Nature, Or At Least Birds And Women,

All Paths Lead Nowhere; Choose One With Heart...

Listen To Me. I’m Shy. I’m Not Stupid. I Can’t Meet People’s Eyes. I Don’t Know If You Understand What That’s Like. There’s A Whole World Going On Around Me, I’m Aware Of That. It’s Not Because I Don’t Want To Look At You, Lucinda. It’s That I Don’t Want To Be Seen.

Poetry Is Supposed To Be Musical. But People Don't Understand Prose. They're So Used To Reading Journalism - Clunky, Functional Sentences That Convey Factual Information - Facts, More Than Just The Surfaces Of Things.

Apologies Aren't Something You Want To Get In The Habit Of Practicing In The Mirror

Yes! I'm The Slowest Comic-book Writer On Earth.