I Would Love To Travel

Sometimes It Can Feel Like The Whole Globe Is Spinning With Irredeemable Losses, Capricious Natural Disasters And Crimes So Outrageously Evil They Dismantle Any Attempt To Solve Or Explain Them.

Somehow I Wasn't Adding Up Right Anymore. My Parts Weren't Summing Into Myself.

The Beginning Of The End Can Feel A Lot Like The Middle When You Are Living In It.

Any Place, Then, Can Become A Cemetery. All It Takes Is Your Body. It's Not Fair, I Think, And I Get This Petulant Wish For Ugly Flowers And Mourners, My Mother's Old Familiar Grief. Somebody I Love To Tend My Future Grave. Probably This Is The Wrong Thing To Be Wishing For.

For Me, The Term "literary Fiction" Means There's Always Attention Paid To Language, And Linguistic Experimentation, Sophistication.