We're All Surrounded By What I Call

Every Now And Then She Looked Around For Tangible Evidence Of His Having Ever Been There. Where Were The Butterflies? The Blueberries? The Whistling Reed? She Could Find Nothing, For He Had Left Nothing But His Stunning Absence.

Don’t Beg Anybody For Anything, Especially Love.

Much Handled Things Are Always Soft(27).

For Lo, The Winter Is Past, The Rain Is Over And Gone; The Flowers Appear On The Earth; The Time Of The Singing Of Birds Is Come, And The Voice Of The Turtledove Is Heard In Our Land.

Everything I've Ever Done, In The Writing World, Has Been To Expand Articulation, Rather Than To Close It.