The World That Used To Nurse Us

Poetry At Its Best Is The Language Your Soul Would Speak If You Could Teach Your Soul To Speak.

As An English Major I Was Familiar With The Stories Of Dozens Of Writers Trying To Get Their Work Done Among The Multifarious Diversions Of The World And The Hurdles Of Their Own Vices. A Professor Had Said That What Saved Writers Is That They, Like Politicians, Had The Illusion Of Destiny That Allowed Them To Overcome Obstacles No Matter How Nominal Their Work.

Writers Can Write Outside Their Ethnicity Or Sex Depending How Open And Vulnerable They Wish To Be.

I Don't Know What Psychotherapy Does. I Have Been Seeing The Same Person For 26 Years Now.

I Should Add That I Very Much Enjoy Certain Cities Especially Paris, New York And Chicago.