Death Is No Different Whined

A Writer Once Said To Me, If You Ever Go To America, Go Either To The East Coast Or The West Coast: The Rest Is A Desert Full Of Bigots. That's What I Think I'd Like . . . A Version Of Pastoral.

What Will Survive Of Us Is Love.

And The Case Of Butterflies So Rich It Looks As If All Summer Settled There And Died.

Walk With The Dead For Fear Of Death.

Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.