When I Quit All These Things And

I Think That My Work Is Easy To Understand Because I Am Not A Thinker, I Am Not A... How Can I Put It? I Write The Way I Perceive, I Guess.

I Was A Late Bloomer. But Anyone Who Blooms At All, Ever, Is Very Lucky.

I Have Learned To Get Pleasure From Speaking Of Pain

... Sometimes I Can Feel It, The Way We Are Pouring Slowly Toward A Curve And Around It Through Something Dark And Soft, And We Are Bound To Each Other.

The Older I Get, The More I See The Power Of That Young Woman, My Mother.