It’s So Easy To Be Easy—if You

They, All Of Them, Seemed To Put Literary Form In Front Of The Actuality And Living Of Life Itself.

I No Longer Want It All, Just Some Comfort And Some Sex And Some Minor Love.

I Heard An Airplane Passing Overhead. I Wished I Was On It.

I Guess For Me Hemingway Is A Lot Like It Is For Others: He Goes Down Well When We Are Young.

What A Weary Time Those Years Were -- To Have The Desire And The Need To Live But Not The Ability.