All Memory Can Do Is Scream For

Perhaps If Human Desire Is Said Out Loud, The Urban Planes, The Prisons, The Architectural Mirrors Will Take Off, As Airplanes Do. The Black Planes Will Take Off Into The Night Air And The Night Winds, Sliding Past And Behind Each Other, Zooming, Turning And Turning In The Redness Of The Winds, Living, Never To Return.

I Understand That Postmodern Literature Probably Means People Like Delillo, The Fiction Collective, But I Don't Get It That Those Writers Are Really Influenced By Postmodern Theorists.

Murder Is A Dream Because Lack Is The Center Of Both.

You Know I've Had Work Banned.

I Wasn't Really Into Body Piercings Until I Found That About Half My Female Students Had Them.