rejoice that our lips
did not permit more stragglers,
more detail, more vulnerability
toward those to whom it does not belong.

for the first time,
i don’t want to go anywhere.

i want to stand Here and let
the rushing water flow on its own,
past my toes, over my chilled skin;

let it pull my hair forward over my face,
blind me and pass me by
instead of carrying me along.

We’re terrified to deceive you into thinking we’re “good enough.” We feel weirdly guilty for making every sale.

Do you make vows to write every day, but fail at keeping them? Here’s the trick to solving that…

Scientists have proven that our olfactory sense is the most direct route to memory — and yet we can’t keep any of it.

When I write, I aim in my mind not toward New York but toward a vague spot a little to the east of Kansas…

What would you do without your very favorite person?

What if you lost your grandfather, but he just won’t go away? And what if he’s got an agenda?