All writers are manipulative liars.” Jack O. Savage, The Poet

All our good and bad memories—they were like our B-side diaries. They were like those songs on old dusty punk albums that no one listened to anymore.

Law school was over at last!

In times such as these, life often begs us to seek answers when in reality there are only questions available.

A future as lonely as the surface of the moon and still just the sight of him feels like a homecoming, like a song I used to know but forgot.

If a woman chooses to support her husband and become First Lady, I believe she must do so with the understanding that the public expects the full-meal deal.

Somewhere, a rattlesnake strike makes the dance begin. Three hawks float in the light blue sky overhead. Crows caw and the sweet seduction of lavender fills my head. And she waltzes through my thoughts.

There exists an oasis where inspiration bursts forth like black gold from the fertile loam and every odd bellbird chirps a melody worth remembering. There’s no bloody map or nautical chart that can deliver you...

After all, she knows how painful it can be not to follow your heart and she knows about the obstacles and about loyalty and duty and about the countless kinds of love. If only Eve...

Dream-start with dream. Start tonight-become who you want-dream big!” He became animated at this point, “No money needed for dreams. Dreams are free.

I’m going to turn my life around. Make a complete three sixty.””Don’t you mean one eighty?” he corrected. “If you do that, you’ll end up right back where you started.””Maybe. But at least I’ll have...

People vote for whom they believe will be the best president and representative for our country. The First Lady is not on the ballot.

The way contemporary literature is emerging, soon we can expect “Item poetry” in novels.

…We were pulling into the next station, when the woman suddenly got to her feet and made a move to squeeze past me. As her knees made contact with mine, she turned towards me. Her...

It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen.

Popularity is like a girl in class that you can’t ignore. She give you eyes when no one looks then turns to her friends and laughs some more.

She might have been there for you in the aftermath, but I was there when everything came crashing down.