Zen masters say you cannot see your reflection in running water, only in still water.
Eat, Pray, LoveIf abandoned rage asks, / Say, the very blood of our lives eats composure up.
The End of the Alphabet: PoemsAll this miraculous hatred. Christ, a man can't eat his breakfast for filling his belly full of it.
Fishing the Sloe-Black RiverI want a big breakfast," said Fuchsia at last. "I want a lot to eat, I'm going to think today.
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