There Are Some Virtues To Not Saying

Perhaps I Write For No One. Perhaps For The Same Person Children Are Writing For When They Scrawl Their Names In The Snow.

A Handful Of Crumpled Stars

We Understand More Than We Know.

They Spent The First Three Years Of School Getting You To Pretend Stuff And Then The Rest Of It Marking You Down If You Did The Same Thing.

He Has Been Trying To Sing Love Into Existence Again And He Has Failed