There Were So Many Pittsburgh Poets In

Writers, Unlike Most People, Tell Their Best Lies When They Are Alone.

I’d Spent My Whole Life Waiting To Awake On An Ordinary Morning In The Town That Was Destined To Be My Home, In The Arms Of The Woman I Was Destined To Love, Knowing The People And Doing The Work That Would Make Up The Changing But Essentially Invariable Landscape Of My Particular Destiny.

He Is By Nature A Vegetarian But Would Never Consider Giving Up Meat.

... But He Believed That Every Great Love Was In Some Measure A Terrible Mistake.

Fathering Imposed An Obligation That Was More Than Your Money, Your Body, Or Your Time, A Presence Neither Physical Nor Measurable By Clocks: Open-ended, Eternal, And Invisible, Like The Commitment Of Gravity To The Stars.