Bradley Chicho

Drag me to the moon, to catch a star and seize its brilliance as I'm swept up in amorphous dust.

Declare this smite time, extracting precious gems and wholly hours you share to fruitcake a friend so dear.

Shy is the oyster, fervent is the clam, peaceful is the ocean floor rocked by the sands of time.

It's not like I ride a broom into interviews. I don't hang upside down with a cape on.

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.

Well, I actually wrote her a letter a couple of days ago congratulating her. The tone I tried to convey in the letter is, look, you are a part of a great American historical process.