The words of our childhood became strangers to us- we couldn't use them in the same way and so we chose not to use them at all. Life demanded a new language. [citation needed]

All I want is not to die on a day when I went unseen. [citation needed]

When I got older I decided I wanted to be a real writer. I tried to write about real things. I wanted to describe the world, because to live in an undescribed …

Even after the only person whose opinion I cared about left on a boat for America, I continued to fill pages with her name.

We chased our pleasures here, Dug our treasures there, But can you still recall The time we cried? Break on through to the other side.

When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders. ~ 37

We are all our own graveyards I believe; we squat amongst the tombs of the people we were. If we're healthy, every day is a celebration, a Day of the Dead, in …