Small presses take chances. Chances are at the heart of all the literature we later know as great.

Tenderness and Rot Tenderness and rot share a border. And rot is an aggressive neighbor whose iridescence keeps creeping over. No lessons can be drawn from this however. One is not two countries. One is not meat corrupting. It is important to stay sweet and loving.

It’s important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that’s all we have.

A certain kind of Eden holds us thrall.

Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable. A place with its own harvest.

It isn’t ever delicate to live.

The only real access that I have to my mind is when I’m writing.

A lot of the job that one has to do as a writer is to protect the thing that doesn’t match the world.

As for reality, I don’t even have any interest in that word.

I simply want to celebrate the fact that right near your home, year in and year out, a community college is quietly – and with very little financial encouragement – saving lives and minds. I can’t think of a more efficient, hopeful or egalitarian machine, expect perhaps the bicycle.