Death Is Too Much To Ask Of

I Could Hear Rain Still Pouring From The Gutters And A Thin Branch Scraping Against One Of The Windows; But The Church Seemed Completely Cut Off From The Restless Day Outside--just As I Felt Cut Off From The Church. I Thought: I Am A Restlessness Inside A Stillness Inside A Restlessness.

Like Many Other Much-loved Humans, They Believed That They Owned Their Dogs, Instead Of Realizing That Their Dogs Owned Them.

The Tea Was A Comfort - And By That Time I More Than Needed Comfort.

I Wonder If There Isn't A Catch About Having Plenty Of Money? Does It Eventually Take The Pleasure Out Of Things?

...with Stories Even A Page Can Take Me Hours, But The Truth Seems To Flow Out As Fast As I Can Get It Down.