Everybodys Got Their Own Situation

Last Week I Was Just Someone Who Had Had A First Novel Published.

There Are Only These: Sparkling Eyes, Smudged Lipstick, Fading Starlight, The Crunching Of Feet On Gravel, Laughter, And A Slow Walk Home.

People Seem To Be Losing Their Sense Of Boundaries More And More, What People Are Willing To Put Up On The Internet, Especially Blogs. People Seem To Assume That Only Their Friends Are Going To Read It But Anyone In The World Could Read It At Any Time.

Everybodys Got Their Own Situation And Their Own Needs.

I Once Saw A Picture In The Paper Of John Hegley With 'poet' Written On His Knuckles, And I Thought That Was Pretty Cool, So I Was Quite Up Front About It.