Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Clayton Carnahan

I grw up in the country, where people can yell without their neighbors getting upset.  I climbed trees and made pillows from rocks.  I watch stars and birds, not out of knowing, but from fascination.  Recently I read that authors these days can't seem to write about death.  Death is all I write about, as well as the graceful life that follows it.

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