We're All Unique, Just Never In The

Doors Lead To Things And I've Never Met One I Haven't Wanted To Open.

Had Any Poet Adequately Described The Wretched Ugliness Of A Loved One Turned Inside Out With Grief?

A Way Of Looking At You That Told You She Was Listening, That She Understood All You Were Saying, And All You Weren't.

I Love The Structural Part Of The Writing Process.

Curiosity Might Have Killed The Cat, But Little Girls Usually Fared Much Better.