The Pitcher Cries For Water To Carry

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.

Life Is The First Gift, Love Is The Second, And Understanding The Third.

The People I Love The Best, Jump Into Work Head First Without Dallying In The Shallows.

If What We Change Does Not Change Us We Are Playing With Blocks.

I Have No Connections Here; Only Gusty Collisions, Rootless Seedlings Forced Into Bloom, That Collapse. ... I Am The Visiting Poet: A Real Unicorn, A Wind-up Plush Dodo, A Wax Museum Of The Movement. People Want To Push The Buttons And See Me Glow.