I Have A B.a. In Spanish, So

"i'm Not Going Anywhere," She Told Me That Night. But Until We Are Old Ladies-a Cypress Age, A Sawtooth Age-i Will Continue To Link Arms With Her, In Public, In Private, In A Panic Of Love.

In A Way, I Think We All Want To Look To That Journalistic Voice As A Kind Of Global Omniscience, A Big Eye To Correct For Our Own Limited Purview: "here's A Realistic Accounting Of The World In Which We Live."

Madness, As I Understood It From Books, Meant A Person Who Was Open To The High White Whine Of Everything.

I Hope That In My Thirties I Grow As A Writer, Push Into New Territory.

The Girl Has A Funny Way Of Romanticizing Things.