The Real Killer Was When

Clouds Are Poems, And The Most Moving Poems Linger On The Blackboard So Long, Written In Cursive So Lovely, They Also Exist Inside Our Fingertips. We Never Really Erase Them At The End Of The Lesson.

Whatever One Intends, The Work Takes On A Life Of Its Own.

You Put A Character Out There And You're In Their Power. You're In Trouble If They're In Yours.

People Forget Years And Remember Moments.

I Like A Lot Of Margaret Atwood, I Like Much Of Alice Munro. Again, If You Were To Ask Me About Male Writers, There's Often A Novel I Admire, But Not All Of Their Works.