If You're Not Annoying Somebody, You're Not

Neither Of Us Says The Word Love, Not Once. It Would Be Tempting Fate; It Would Be Romance, Bad Luck.

Writing Poetry Is A State Of Free Float.

She Had Her Reasons. Not That They Were The Same As Anybody Else's Reasons.

I Write As If I've Lived A Lot Of Things I Haven't Lived.

Sooner Or Later, I Hate To Break It To You, You're Gonna Die, So How Do You Fill In The Space Between Here And There? It's Yours. Seize Your Space.