Writing becomes a demand once human becomes author. The near fatal bite of language turns one into a literary homos lupus. Werewolf or...

“April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I...

I miss you, only a little, but it’s more than I’d like to. I’ve never met a rose without thorns and I’ve never met a real god, either....