Writers, Especially Poets, Are Particularly Prone To

When I Was A Child, Writing Was The Worst Possible Choice Of A Career In My Family.

Alcohol Is The River We Sit On The Banks Of, Contemplating. Sometimes We Watch Ourselves Float Past, Sometimes We Watch Ourselves Sink.

Sometimes I'd See My Father, Walking Past My Building On His Way To Another Nowhere. I Could Have Given Him A Key, Offered A Piece Of My Floor. A Futon. A Bed. But I Never Did. If I Let Him Inside I Would Become Him, The Line Between Us Would Blur, My Own Slow-motion Car Wreck Would Speed Up. The Slogan On The Side Of A Moving Company Truck Read Together We Are Going Places--modified By A Vandal Or A Disgruntled Employee To Read Together We Are Going Down. If I Went To The Drowning Man The Drowning Man Would Pull Me Under. I Couldn't Be His Life Raft.

Trinity Park Lies Directly Across From The Library, Trinity Church Rising Like A Midieval Thought Amidst The Glass And Steel Towers.

Everything We Do, I'd Imagine, Influences Everything We Will Do.