You Can't Cure A Chipped

The Dead Have Never Bothered Me. It's The Living That I Fear.

Leaves Covered Pavement Like Soggy Cereal.

When I Was In Second Grade, My Mother Moved From Miami To This Evangelical Conservative Environment In Western North Carolina, Two Miles Down The Road From Billy Graham And His Wife, Ruth.

On The Last Morning Of Virginia's Bloodiest Year Since The Civil War, I Built A Fire And Sat Facing A Window Of Darkness Where At Sunrise I Knew I Would Find The Sea.

Everyone Is Doing Forensics.