The Expression To Write Something Down Suggests

My Face Is Muffled In My Mother's Clothing. Her Rhinestones Injure Me. See: My Feet Are Going. Fish Flee The Forefinger Of My Aunt. The Sun Streams Over The Geraniums. What Has This To Do With What I Feel, With What I Am.

If There Were Genders To Genres, Fiction Would Be Unquestionably Feminine.

Getting Even Is One Reason For Writing.

If Death Itself Were To Die, Would It Have A Ghost, And Would The Ghost Of Death Visit The Dead In The Guise Of Someone Alive, If Only To Fright Them From Any Temptation To Return?

It’s Not The Word Made Flesh We Want In Writing, In Poetry And Fiction, But The Flesh Made Word