Ice Is For Death And Endings.

But If You Couldn't Do Everything, Did That Mean You Did Nothing?

She Had Been A Solitary Child, And Then Solitary As A Woman, Drawn Into An Orbit Of Her Own That Took Her Away From Others, Even Those Who Would Be Her Friends.

We Are The Total Of Our Longings.

As Many Have Noted, The Peril For Authors Is That Our Work Space Is Too Easily Our Play Space.

Lazy Poets Try To Elicit A Reader's Response With Words Designed To Tug At The Heart.