I like the construction of sentences and the juxtaposition of words-not just how they sound or what they mean, but even what they look like.

I felt myself getting whiter... What does it mean to become white? How does it feel to see Death in the flesh, come to gather you in?

In these night recitations we create a space between things as we felt them at the time and as we speak them now. This is the space reserved for irony, sympathy and fond amusement, the means by which we rescue ourselves from the past.

Just because it's on the radio doesn't mean we have to suspend belief in the evidence of our senses.