Ten Years, She's Dead, And

When People Suffer, Their Relationships Usually Suffer As Well. Period. And We All Suffer Because, As The Buddha Says, That's The Nature Of Being Human And Wanting Stuff We Don't Always Get.

The Failures Of Other Genres To Provide An Emotional Connection With Some Of Their Characters And Narratives Gives Memoir A Toehold.

Ninety Percent Of What's Wrong With You Could Be Cured With A Hot Bath, Says God From The Bowels Of The Subway. But We Want Magic, To Win The Lottery We Never Bought A Ticket For.

How Much Smaller The Large Places Are Once We're Grown Up, When We Have Car Keys And Credit Cards.

Such A Small, Pure Object A Poem Could Be, Made Of Nothing But Air A Tiny String Of Letters, Maybe Small Enough To Fit In The Palm Of Your Hand. But It Could Blow Everybody's Head Off.