We Walk The Plank With Strangers.

Then I Decided I Would Spend The Summer Writing A Novel. That Would Fix A Lot Of People.

I Am Terrified By This Dark Thing That Sleeps In Me.

God, How I Ricochet Between Certainties And Doubts.

I Would Say Everything Should Be Able To Come Into A Poem, But I Can't Put Toothbrushes Into A Poem, I Really Can't!

We Must Be Moving, Working, Making Dreams To Run Toward; The Poverty Of Life Without Dreams Is Too Horrible To Imagine.