Phobos and Deimos
In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?Ranier Maria RilkeLetters to a Young PoetI wrote poetry long before I learned to write prose. It was an accidental epiphany, a legacy bestowed upon us before Ralph Semino Galan disappeared