It Is Brave To Be

There Are No Magics Or Elves / Or Timely Godmothers To Guide Us. We Are Lost, Must / Wizard A Track Through Our Own Screaming Weed.

Each Body Has Its Art.

She Was Learning To Love Moments. To Love Moments For Themselves.

When You Love A Man, He Becomes More Than A Body. His Physical Limbs Expand, And His Outline Recedes, Vanishes. He Is Rich And Sweet And Right. He Is Part Of The World, The Atmosphere, The Blue Sky And The Blue Water.

Truth-tellers Are Not Always Palatable. There Is A Preference For Candy Bars.