You Have To Live Where You Wake

I Stop Working At About 3 P.m. On Fridays.

You Have To Live Where You Wake Up, Even If Someone Else Dreamed You There.

Life Brings With It Strangeness And Surprises And Upsets

Grief Was Like A Seizure That Shook Me Like A Storm.

On The Last Morning Of Virginia's Bloodiest Year Since The Civil War, I Built A Fire And Sat Facing A Window Of Darkness Where At Sunrise I Knew I Would Find The Sea.