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Writing (Or Why I Don't Dumb Down My Work So You Can Read It) I hate it when people ask how I write. I love telling them, the thrill of trying to convey my thoughts to those unknowing is what I do, but all of my explanations crescendo into a confused smile, an "oh," and an abrupt change in topic. Can no one understand what it's like to chase thoughts in one's mind, to combine words with a crafter's hand, leaving you with the most beautifully ironic line, the most cynically moving idea that will sway masses of non-believers into a common frame of mind within the confines of one poem? I sometimes feel like the superheroes in