If I hung out with Van Gogh, I don’t know what we’d do. We’d just play it by ear, I guess.
So many chairs, and no time to sitThe music was so mournful and emotional that it seemed like the only suitable thing to play.
Touching from a Distance: Ian Curtis and Joy DivisionA friend is someone who walks into a room when everyone else is walking out.
Playing With the Enemy: A Baseball Prodigy, a World at War, and a Field of Broken DreamsThe exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.
The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play