Locale Is Both A Geographic Term And

It Is Hard Going To The Door Cut So Small In The Wall Where The Vision Which Echoes Loneliness Brings A Scent Of Wild Flowers In The Wood.

For Love - I Would Split Open Your Head And Put A Candle In Behind The Eyes.

God Give You Pardon From Gratitude And Other Mild Forms Of Servitude.

What A Great Thing! To Be A Writer! Words Are Something You Can Carry In Your Head. You Can Really 'travel Light.'

My Nature Is A Quagmire Of Unresolved Confessions.