Poetry Is My Life, My Postmark, My

Even So, I Must Admire Your Skill. You Are So Gracefully Insane.

Don't Bite Till You Know If It's Bread Or Stone.

I’ll Put It Out There: I Am Scarred By The Nostalgic Indicipherability Of My Own Desires; I An Engulfed By The Intimidating Unknown, Pushed Through Darkness And Dragged Down By The Irretrievable Past Sweetness Of My Memories.

Cinderella And The Prince Lived, They Say, Happily Ever After, Like Two Dolls In A Museum Case Never Bothered By Diapers Or Dust, Never Arguing Over The Timing Of An Egg, Never Telling The Same Story Twice.

My Business Is Words. Words Are Like Labels, Or Coins, Or Better, Like Swarming Bees.