The Shell The Sea Fills My Ear

One Day God Felt He Ought To Give His Workshop A Spring Clean... It Was Amazing What Ragged Bits And Pieces Came From Under His Workbench As He Swept. Beginnings Of Creatures, Bits That Looked Useful But Had Seemed Wrong, Ideas He'd Mislaid And Forgotten... There Was Even A Tiny Lump Of Sun. He Scratched His Head. What Could Be Done With All This Rubbish?

Prose, Narratives, Etcetera, Can Carry Healing. Poetry Does It More Intensely.

Applause Is The Beginning Of Abuse

You Could Become Internationally Famous - You're Gemini, And According To Antique Authority Have A Literary Talent, Which Of Course Your Letters Prove.

Do As You Like With Me. I'm Your Parcel. I Have Only Our Address On Me. Open Me, Or Readdress Me.