Her Voice Left A Flavor Of Honey

I'll Tell You Something. Once I Was Very Fond Of A Poem By Emily Dickinson Or Somebody. I Only Remember One Line Of It, But It Goes, 'the Soul Selects Her Own Society.' I Used To Tell It To Everybody. Once I Quoted It To A Friend Of Mine, And He Said, 'maybe, But The Body Gets Thrown Into Bed With The Goddamnedest People.

The Moon Was Gone, But To The Magician's Eyes The Unicorn Was The Moon, Cold And White And Very Old, Lighting His Way To Safety, Or To Madness.

Don't Be Afraid. Don't Be Afraid Of Anything. Whatever You Have Been, You Are Mine Now. I Can Hold You.

Wisdom Is Finding Joy In Bewilderment

Walking By Yourself In The Rain Is For College Kids Who Think Loneliness Makes Poets.