I Meet A Person, And In My

I Sleep With A Glass Of Water On The Nightstand So I Can See By Its Level If The Coastal Earth Is Trembling Or If The Shaking Is Still Me.

Look At Me. My Concerns-are They Spiritual, Do You Think, Or Carnal? Come On. We've Read Our Shakespeare.

A Love Affair Begins With A Fantasy. For Instance, That The Beloved Will Always Be There.

An Idea Might Spark An Essay, But Never A Story.

I Know When A Story Is Finished When There Is Not A Single Thing More I Can Think To Do To It. And Since I Know At The Start What The Last Line Will Be, I Know When I've Reached That Point As Logically As I Can That It's Finished. As For The Rewriting-it's Not Foolproof, Of Course, But If You're Honest About Having Thought Of Every Possibility And You Still Come Back To What You Have, What More Can You Do?