Hope Sleeps In Our Bones Like A

The Politics Of The Exile Are Fever, Revenge, Daydream, Theater Of The Aging Convalescent. You Wait In The Wings And Rehearse. You Wait And Wait.

Too Much Self-regard Has Never Struck Me As Dignified: Trying To Twist Over My Shoulder To View My Own Behind.

Sometimes When A Character In A Novel Is Difficult For Me To Enter, I Sue Something In Myself Or In My Own Life As A Doorway Into That Character's Mind And Emotions.

The Best Gift You Can Give Is A Hug: One Size Fits All And No One Ever Minds If You Return It.

Connections Are Made Slowly, Sometimes They Grow Underground.