I Mourn In Grey, Grey As The

If Sex Is A War, I Am A Conscientious Objector: I Will Not Play.

Every Jewish Holiday Has A Religious Significance, A Historical Significance, And A Relevance To The Time Of Year In The Natural Calendar Of The Seasons And Trees And Growing Things, As Well As A Personal Significance. So You Are Always Looking Backward, Outward, Inward And Forward.

With My Poems, I Finally Won Even My Mother. The Longest Wooing Of My Life.

In Fiction, I Exercise My Nosiness. I Am As Curious As My Cats, And Indeed That Has Led To Trouble Often Enough And Used Up Several Of My Nine Lives. I Am An Avid Listener. I Am Fascinated By Other People's Lives, The Choices They Make And How That Works Out Through Time, What They Have Done And Left Undone, What They Tell Me And What They Keep Secret And Silent, What They Lie About And What They Confess, What They Are Proud Of And What Shames Them, What They Hope For And What They Fear. The Source Of My Fiction Is The Desire To Understand People And Their Choices Through Time.

I Mourn In Grey, Grey As The Sleeted Wind The Bled Shades Of Twilight, Gunmetal, Battleships, Industrial Paint.