What Mortal Knew The Way Their Fate

How We Remember Changes How We Have Lived. Time Runs Both Ways. We Make Stories Of Our Lives.

As Many Have Noted, The Peril For Authors Is That Our Work Space Is Too Easily Our Play Space.

A Hard Truth: That Courage Can Be Without Meaning Or Impact, Need Not Be Rewarded, Or Even Known. The World Has Not Been Made In That Way. Perhaps, However, Within The Self There Might Come A Resonance, The Awareness Of Having Done Something Difficult, Of Having Done . . . Something.

When I'm All Grown Up, Come What May, I'll Build A Boat To Carry Me Away

Lazy Poets Try To Elicit A Reader's Response With Words Designed To Tug At The Heart.