Loneliness Is Just A Thing That I'm

Books Have A Unique Way Of Stopping Time In A Particular Moment And Saying: Let’s Not Forget This.

Through The Small Tall Bathroom Window The December Yard Is Gray And Scratchy, The Tree Calligraphic.

We Were Fools And Now We Were Driving To Our Deaths In A Rental Car. Janet Jackson Was Tinkling From The Speakers, Asking What We Had Done For Her As Of Late

Why Do We Pursue Information That We Know Will Never Leave Our Heads?

I Don't Mean To Beat A Made-in-america Drum, But I Would Be Lying If I Said It Doesn't Feel Somehow Right To Be Printing Books In The U.s.