Novels Allow Me To Create

Where There Is A Woman There Is Magic. If There Is A Moon Falling From Her Mouth, She Is A Woman Who Knows Her Magic, Who Can Share Or Not Share Her Powers. A Woman With A Moon Falling From Her Mouth, Roses Between Her Legs And Tiaras Of Spanish Moss, This Woman Is A Consort Of The Spirits.

Where There Is A Woman There Is Magic.

In Our Ordinaryness We Are Most Bizarre.

Our Dreams Draw Blood From Old Sores.

I've Never Thought Of Leaving The South, Never.