I'm A Coward When It

I Wrote My First Two Long Novels And An Anthology Of Short Narratives, When I Was A Manager Of My Own Jazz Bar. There Was Not Enough Time To Write And I Didn't Know How To Write Novels. Therefore, I Made Written Collages Of Aphorisms And Rags.

Music Brings A Warm Glow To My Vision, Thawing Mind And Muscle From Their Endless Wintering.

You Can Hide Memories, But You Can’t Erase The History That Produced Them.

He Appeared Before Me And Departed. We Were Not Able To Speak To Or Touch Each Other. But In That Short Interval, He Transformed Many Things Inside Me. He Literally Stirred My Mind And Body The Way A Spoon Stirs A Cup Of Cocoa, Down To The Depths Of My Internal Organs And My Womb.

It Was A Short One-paragraph Item In The Morning Edition.