The Stars Are Pears That

All I Am Is The Trick Of Words Writing Themselves.

...became A Woman Who Learned Her Own Skin And Dug Into Her Soul And Found It Full.

Take Your Foot Out Of The Graveyard, They Are Busy Being Dead.

Big Heart, Wide As A Watermelon, But Wise As Birth, There Is So Much Abundance In The People I Have.

Poets Are Sitting In My Kitchen. Why Do These Poets Lie? Why Do Children Get Children And Did You Hear What It Said?