The Snow Has Quietness In

Look To Your Heart That Flutters In And Out Like A Moth. God Is Not Indifferent To Your Need. You Have A Thousand Prayers But God Has One.

Let There Be Seasons So That Our Tongues Will Be Rich In Asparagus And Limes.

I’m Lost. And It’s My Own Fault. It’s About Time I Figured Out That I Can’t Ask People To Keep Me Found.

Once I Was Beautiful. Now I Am Myself, Counting This Row And That Row Of Moccasins Waiting On The Silent Shelf.

When I'm Writing, I Know I'm Doing The Thing I Was Born To Do.