Most Of My Short Stories Are Fantasy.

Why Love The Woman Who Is Your Wife? Her Nose Breathes In The Air Of A World That I Know; Therefore I Love That Nose. Her Ears Hear Music I Might Sing Half The Night Through; Therefore I Love Her Ears. Her Eyes Delight In Seasons Of The Land; And So I Love Those Eyes. Her Tongue Knows Quince, Peach, Chokeberry, Mint And Lime; I Love To Hear It Speaking. Because Her Flesh Knows Heat, Cold, Affliction, I Know Fire, Snow, And Pain. Shared And Once Again Shared Experience.

From The Outer Edge Of His Life, Looking Back, There Was Only One Remorse, And That Was Only That He Wished To Go On Living.

Notoriety And A Fat Bank Balance Must Come After Everything Else Is Finished And Done.

Living At Risk Is Jumping Off The Cliff And Building Your Wings On The Way Down.

Writing Is Not A Serious Business. It’s A Joy And A Celebration. You Should Be Having Fun With It.