You Know Who You Belong To Jack?

There May Be Certain Genres That Men Dominate, But Fiction Not So Much. The Question Of Prizes Is Tricky Because There Are So Many Prizes.

I Hate Desks; They Make Me Feel Like A Child Doing Homework.

Ma's Still Nodding. "you're The One Who Matters, Though. Just You." I Shake My Head Till It's Wobbling Because There's No Just Me.

It's All Real In Outside, Everything There Is, Because I Saw An Airplane In The Blue Between The Clouds. Ma And Me Can't Go There Because We Don't Know The Secret Code, But It's Real All The Same. Before I Didn't Know To Be Mad That We Can't Open Door, My Head Was Too Small To Have Outside In It.

Identity Politics Are Wearisome; You Don't Want To Go On Speaking For Any One Group As A Writer.