The Home Environment Can Undo A Lot

You Don't Organize Metaphors . . . You Explode Them.

Into The Air, Over The Valleys, Under The Stars, Above A River, A Pond, A Road, Flew Cecy. Invisible As New Spring Winds, Fresh As The Breath Of Clover Rising From Twilight Fields, She Flew.

Love Is Easy, And I Love Writing.

Don't Talk About It; Write.

It Doesn't Matter What You Do...so Long As You Change Something From The Way It Was Before You Touched It Into Something That's Like You After You Take Your Hands Away.