Try Making A Poem As If It

Fighting Dragons Is My Holy Joy.

My Musical Genius Reached Its Apex Thirty Years Ago When I Played The Triangle In Haydn's Children's Symphony, So I Could Not Play Unless You Needed Someone To Make One Sustained Note!

My Own Feeling Is That The Only Possible Reason For Engaging In The Hard Labor Of Writing A Novel, Is That One Is Bothered By Something One Needs To Understand, And Can Come To Understand Only Through The Characters In The Imagined Situation.

There The Door Is Always Open Into The “holy” — Growth, Birth, Death.

When We Admit Our Vulnerability, We Include Others. If We Deny It, We Shut Them Out.