Is Where You're From The Place You're

... A Gaggle Of Old Ladies Is Glued To The Window At The End Of The Hall Like Children Or Jailbirds. They're Spidery And Frail, Their Hair As Fine As Mist. Most Of Them Are A Good Decade Younger Than Me, And This Astounds Me. Even As Your Body Betrays You, Your Mind Denies It.--there Are Five Of Them Now, White Headed Old Things Huddled Together And Pointing Crooked Fingers At The Glass.

When Will People Learn That Just Because You Can Make Something Doesn’t Mean You Should?

Why The Hell Shouldn't I Run Away With The Circus?

The Sky The Sky- Same As It Always Was.

Even As Your Body Betrays You, Your Mind Denies It.