Read As Much As You Can. Write

I Offer Emily Half Of My Hit Of Acid- Love Saves The Day. It's My Second Or Third Time Tripping, Emily's First, And She's Understandably Trepid. Awake All Night, At One Point I Find Her Touching Her Reflection In A Cruelly Lit Dorm Bathroom, Asking If She'll Ever Be The Same. I Kiss Her Then For The First Time And Whisper, No.

I Believe Poetry Has Very Little To Do With Memory.

Read As Much As You Can. Write Only When You Feel The Inner Need To Do So. And Don’t Ever Rush Into Print.

I Get Inspired By My Friends, And If A Friend Is A Writer, That Is Even Deeper.

Perhaps Everyone Has A Story That Could Break Your Heart.