My Soul Grazes Like A Lamb On

American Men Are Allotted Just As Many Tears As American Women. But Because We Are Forbidden To Shed Them, We Die Long Before Women Do, With Our Hearts Exploding Or Our Blood Pressure Rising Or Our Livers Eaten Away By Alcohol Because That Lake Of Grief Inside Us Has No Outlet. We, Men, Die Because Our Faces Were Not Watered Enough.

South Carolina Is Not A State; It Is A Cult.

The World Of Literature Has Everything In It, And It Refuses To Leave

Walking The Streets Of Charleston In The Late Afternoons Of August Was Like Walking Through Gauze Or Inhaling Damaged Silk.

When Mom And Dad Went To War The Only Prisoners They Took Were The Children