Don't Judge A Man Until You Have

Life Is Like A Bowl Of Spaghetti. Every Once In A While, You Get A Meatball.

I Was Wishing I Was Invisible. Outside, The Leaves Were Falling To The Ground, And I Was Infinitely Sad, Sad Down To My Bones. I Was Sad For Phoebe And Her Parents And Prudence And Mike, Sad For The Leaves That Were Dying, And Sad For Myself, For Something I Had Lost.

I Don't Want To Because Boys Don't Write Poetry. Girls Do.

I Am Drawn To The Ways In Which We Are Shaped By People And By Place.

One Thing I'm Interested In Is What Shapes Us: The People? The Place Where We Live? It's Both Of Those And More. That's What I Keep Coming Back To.