My First Two Books Are

And Who Will Care, Who Will Chide You If You Wander Away From Wherever You Are, To Look For Your Soul?

What Misery To Be Afraid Of Death. What Wretchedness, To Believe Only In What Can Be Proven.

It Is What I Was Born For - To Look, To Listen, To Lose Myself Inside This Soft World - To Instruct Myself Over And Over.

I Want To Be Braver And More Honest About My Life. When You're Sexually Abused, There's A Lot Of Damage.

Writers Sometimes Give Up What Is Most Strange And Wonderful About Their Writing - Soften Their Roughest Edges - To Accommodate Themselves Toward A Group Response.