Fishing Tournaments Seem A Little

Wherever We Go We Do Harm, Forgiving Ourselves As Wheels Do Cement For Wearing Each Other Out. We Set This House On Fire, Forgetting That We Live Within. (from "to A Meadowlark," For M.l. Smoker)

The Answer Is Always In The Entire Story, Not A Piece Of It.

Strangely, When I Totally Emerged From This Slump I Couldn't Comprehend How I Had Almost Drowned It It.

I've Never Felt Influenced By Ernest Hemingway Though I Suppose There Is Something Inevitable There.

There Is A Neurologist, A Woman Over At Harvard Who Wanted Me To Come Talk To Them, And In France I Have A Lot Of Readers In The Sciences. I Can't Tell You Why.