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“But then the moon was especially bright that night. Round, foreboding, and bright. Pressingly close. Like she had been summoned to a planetary council meeting just off the Bight of Benin.

She hung in the sky like a lantern left out on the front porch by worried parents. And for a second, I had a softening vision: I could see through the fog.

As Henry Miller once said, “You will learn to write only when you stop trying to write. A line without effort is worth a chapter of push and pull.”

“I look better in black

I’ve heard it said that heaven’s gates only open to those who rise above the dirt of Earth on the glowing wings of love and light. But when I suspend my superstition and perceive instead with my own naked vision, I can’t help but notice that darkness and light are distributed here in equal measure. And searching for God is li

“Every morning, you MUST love your whims and trust your whims, as you write anything and everything you desire, without shame, without purpose. Let it suck and let it be brilliant, too. Write way too much and then write too little. Feel hopeful and feel ashamed and understand that this is how you will live forever. Your brain is melodramatic. It wa