I Think Men Spend So Much Time

That Was The Summer When Everything We Would Become Was Hovering Just Over Our Heads.

You Must Learn Her. You Must Know The Reason Why She Is Silent. You Must Trace Her Weakest Spots. You Must Write To Her. You Must Remind Her That You Are There. You Must Know How Long It Takes For Her To Give Up. You Must Be There To Hold Her When She Is About To. You Must Love Her Because Many Have Tried And Failed. And She Wants To Know That She Is Worthy To Be Loved, That She Is Worthy To Be Kept. And, This Is How You Keep Her.

Here At Last Is Her Smile: Burn It Into Your Memory; You Won't See It Often.

I Know For A Fact That - It's Just The Way Our Biases Work Now In The Industry Of Literature, But Certainly A Short Story Collection Does Not Receive The Same Kind Of Attention As A Novel.

I Seem To Enjoy Telling Stories With A Central Absence, With A Lacuna Tunnelled Into Them.