Do You Know What Your Problem Is?

We Only Have So Long To Play In The Dirt And Ask Questions Of Rivers.

He Liked The Mere Act Of Reading, The Magic Of Turning Scratches On A Page Into Words Inside His Head.

She Was Nothing But Good And I Was Nothing But Bad, But Then She Died, And I Didn't.

Does My Eye Look Okay To You?

Funerals...are For The Living.