All Artists As A Type Seem To

When We Die We Are Only Stories In The Minds Of Others, I Thought

That's My Only Defense Against This World: To Build A Sentence Out Of It.

We Are All Naturally Xenophobic.

Writers Can Write Outside Their Ethnicity Or Sex Depending How Open And Vulnerable They Wish To Be.

Wherever We Go We Do Harm, Forgiving Ourselves As Wheels Do Cement For Wearing Each Other Out. We Set This House On Fire, Forgetting That We Live Within. (from "to A Meadowlark," For M.l. Smoker)