She Is So Naked And Singular. She

The Place I Live In Is A Kind Of Maze And I Keep Seeking The Exit Or The Home.

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

A Woman Who Writes Feels Too Much.

What's The Point Of Fighting The Dollars When All You Need Is A Warm Bed? When The Dog Barks You Let Him In. All We Need Is Someone To Let Us In. And One Other Thing: To Consider The Lilies In The Field.

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