I Do Indeed Write On The Road.

I Got You A Present." "did You?" "it's A Book Of Poetry--romancy Stuff. I Thought, 'how Schmaltzy Is That,' So It Seemed Like The Thing. Then I Screwed Up And Left It In My Desk At Work

Men Are Boys In Bigger Packages.

Body Adornments Show That We're Aware Of Our Bodies And Expect Others To Be Aware As Well.

There Are No Dead Ends, Just Detours.

She Gazed Toward The Marsh That Grew Thicker, Deeper, Greener With Approaching Summer. Mosquitoes Whined In There, Breeding In The Dark Water. Alligators Slid Through It, Silent Death. It Was A Place Where Snakes Could Slither And Bogs Could Suck The Shoe Right Off Your Foot. And It Was A Place, She Thought, That Went Bright And Beautiful With The Twinkling Of Fireflies, Where Wildflowers Thrived In The Shade And The Stingy Light. Where An Eagle Could Soar Like A King. There Was No Beauty Without Risk. No Life Without It.