We Have To Believe That Every Person

Inside My Mother's Death / I Lay And Could Not Breathe.

We Only Keep What We Lose.

In The Garden The Door Is Always Open Into The "holy" - Growth, Birth, Death. Every Flower Holds The Whole Mystery In Its Short Cycle, And In The Garden We Are Never Far Away From Death, The Fertilizing, Good, Creative Death.

Do I Think There's Life After Death? No, I Think My Books Are My Life After Death.

I Want Feelings To Be Expressed, To Be Open, To Be Natural, Not To Be Looked On As Strange. It's Not Weird If You Feel Deeply.