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The Poem Has To Bear The Weight With Image, Language... The Screenplay With Dialogue, Plot.

I Wrote Before I Could Write. I Got My Hands On A Journal, Maybe A Hand-me-down; I Had Three Older Siblings. My First Entries Are In The Handwriting Of The Sister Closets In Age (5 Years My Senior). She Must Have Gotten Tired Of My Dictations Because She Gave Up And Then My Blocky Scrawl Shows Up. I Wrote Plays As A Kid Mostly.

Being Cross-genre, You Can Encounter An Image And Decide Not Only How To Best Express It But What Form Would Express It Best.

Omission Is A Sin Only If, In The Process Of Deceiving, You Forget The Truth. Lying Is A Sin Only If, In The Process, The Lie Becomes The Only Truth.

I Want To Keep Looking At Ways To Stride Forward With Positivity.