Dreams, You Know, Are What You Wake

My Heart Is Broken,” She Goes. “it’s Turned To A Piece Of Stone. I’m No Good. That’s What’s As Bad As Anything, That I’m No Good Anymore.

I'm Moving To Nevada. Either There Or Kill Myself.

My Circumstances Of Unrelieved Responsibility And Permanent Distraction Necessitated The Short Story Form.

He Wondered If She Wondered If He Were Watching Her.

That's All We Have, Finally, The Words, And They Had Better Be The Right Ones.