As A Writer One Has To Take

Depression Is Boring, I Think And I Would Do Better To Make Some Soup And Light Up The Cave.

O Starry Night, This Is How I Want To Die

The Sea Is Mother-death And She Is A Mighty Female, The One Who Wins, The One Who Sucks Us All Up.

We Are All Writing God's Poem.

Our Children Tremble In Their Teen-age Cribs, Whirling Off On A Thumb Or A Motorcycle.