I Think There Is Just

They Grew Fat And Happy--the Horses, Not The Children, Or Marlena For That Matter.

Keeping Up The Appearance Of Having All Your Marbles Is Hard Work, But Important.

I Tend Not To Think About The Reading Public At All, Or The Business, When I'm Writing.

I Want Her To Melt Into Me, Like Butter On Toast. I Want To Absorb Her And Walk Around For The Rest Of My Days With Her Encased In My Skin. I Want.

What Else Do I Have To Offer? Nothing Happens To Me Anymore. That’s The Reality Of Getting Old, And I Guess That’s Really The Crux Of The Matter. I’m Not Ready To Be Old Yet.