What We Are Reluctant To Touch Often

I've Always Seen Myself In Sentences. I Begin To Recognize Myself, Word By Word, As I Work Through A Sentence.

Something Is Always Happening, Even On The Quietest Days And Deep Into The Night, If You Stand A While And Look.

The Family Was An Art ... And The Dinner Table Was The Place It Found Expression.

You Gave Yourself Away, Word By Word, Every Time You Opened Your Trap To Speak.

Money Has Lost Its Narrative Quality The Way Painting Did Once Upon A Time. Money Is Talking To Itself.