It Made Him Feel Invisible—not That He

He Considers Me Also A Little Fragile Because Artistic. I Need To Be Cared For, Like A Potted Plant.

I Stand On The Corner, Pretending I Am A Tree.

How Old Do You Have To Get Before Wisdom Descends Like A Plastic Bag Over Your Head And You Learn To Keep Your Big Mouth Shut? Maybe Never. Maybe You Get More Frivolous With Age.

War Is What Happens When Language Fails.

Our Heaven Is Their Hell, Said God. I Like A Balanced Universe.