On A Good Day I Write, All

I Believe Poetry Has Very Little To Do With Memory.

What You Fear Your Whole Life Comes To Pass. You End Up Living Toward It, You Spend Your Life Running From It But Your Foot Is Nailed To The Sidewalk. You Circle Around It Until You Wear Yourself Own.

Perhaps Everyone Has A Story That Could Break Your Heart.

The First Book I Could Call Mine, My First Book, Was A Picture Book, The Magic Monkey - It Was Adapted From An Old Chinese Legend By A Thirteen-year-old Prodigy Named Plato Chan With The Help Of His Sister.

That Soldiers Do Terrible Things During Wartime Should Not Surprise Us.