Inside Many Of Us Is A Small

Maybe, Although My Heart Is A Kitten Of Butter, I Am Blowing It Up Like A Zeppelin.

Women Tell Time By The Body. They Are Like Clocks. They Are Always Fastened To The Earth, Listening For Its Small Animal Noises.

The Trouble With Therapy Is That It Makes Life Go Backwards.

I'm An Empress. I Wear An Apron. My Typewriter Writes. It Didn't Break The Way It Warned. Even Crazy, I'm As Nice As A Chocolate Bar.

Rejoice With The Day Lily For It Is Born For A Day To Live By The Mailbox And Glorify The Roadside