The Human Longing For Story

Poets Go Through A Very Tough Apprenticeship In The Use Of Words.

Once One Habit Peels Away The Others Follow It. You Have To Hold On, Or The Next Thing You'll Find Yourself Parading Down The Street In Your Nightdress. Habit Is Everything.

To Try To Expunge An Individual's History Is A Terrible Violation.

For You Where Never My Blood Sister So No More Shall I Call You Little Sister

We Are Creatures Of Story.