The Folks I Read As A Kid

You Don't Want People To Think You're Just Writing Stories For Children About A Pig In A Tutu.

Somehow I Wasn't Adding Up Right Anymore. My Parts Weren't Summing Into Myself.

I Swim With All My Strength. No Superhuman Surge, Or Pony Heroics; It's Just Me At My Most Desperate.

Growing Up, Catholic Church Really Was Such An Incubator For My Imagination, Because All Of Those Mysteries Felt Embedded In This Insanely Green, Tropical Landscape: The Ocean Nearby, The Giant Banyan Trees. It All Felt Part Of One Seamless Mystery To Me.

Regret Is A Pilgrimage Back To The Place Where I Was Free To Choose.