It Is A Special Kind Of Homelessness

You Don't Want People To Think You're Just Writing Stories For Children About A Pig In A Tutu.

Growing Up, Catholic Church Really Was Such An Incubator For My Imagination, Because All Of Those Mysteries Felt Embedded In This Insanely Green, Tropical Landscape: The Ocean Nearby, The Giant Banyan Trees. It All Felt Part Of One Seamless Mystery To Me.

I Spent Most Of My 20s With These Alligator Wrestlers In The Swamps Of South Florida.

"i'm Not Going Anywhere," She Told Me That Night. But Until We Are Old Ladies-a Cypress Age, A Sawtooth Age-i Will Continue To Link Arms With Her, In Public, In Private, In A Panic Of Love.

It Is A Special Kind Of Homelessness To Be Evicted From Your Dreams.