There Is An Animal Inside Me, Clutching

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

I Put The Gold Star Up In The Front Window Beside The Flag. Alterations Is What I Know And What I Did: Hems, Gussets And Seams.

As A Writer One Has To Take The Chance On Being A Fool.

Need Is Not Quite Belief.

The Snow Has Quietness In It; No Songs, No Smells, No Shouts Or Traffic. When I Speak My Own Voice Shocks Me.