By An Image We Hold On To

It Is Not A Bad Thing That Children Should Occasionally, And Politely, Put Parents In Their Place.

By An Image We Hold On To Our Lost Treasures, But It Is The Wrenching Loss That Forms The Image, Composes, Binds The Bouquet.

Perhaps The Only Misplaced Curiosity Is That Which Persists In Trying To Find Out Here, On This Side Of Death, What Lies Beyond The Grave.

Don't Cudgel Your Brains Over My Little Problems.

When She Raises Her Eyelids It's As If She Were Taking Off All Her Clothes.