We Spent Our Lives Making Livings.

I Wanted To Touch Him, To Tell Him That Even If Everyone Left Everyone, I Would Never Leave Him, He Talked And Talked, His Words Fell Through Him, Trying To Find The Floor To His Sadness.

Grandfather Kicked The Stop Pedal, And My Face Gave A High-five To The Front Window.

I'm Interested In The Kind Of Religion That Makes Life Harder. I'm Not So Interested In The Comforting Kind Of Religion.

Words Never Mean What We Want Them To Mean.

As A Writer, Putting Words On The Page Is How I Pay Attention.