If We Really Want To

I Wish Someone Had Told Me That My Stories Are Really Mine To Tell. In Other Words, Anything That I Think Is Important Or That Has Moved Me Has The Ability To Move Somebody Else.

If I Begin Writing A Poem That Means I'm Intrigued In Some Way By Whatever It's About And That If I'm Not Trying To Find Something New And Pushing The Envelope In The Poem I Can't Expect My Reader To Be Particularly Excited About It Either.

I Loved To Read, But I Always Thought That The Dream Was Too Far Away. The Person Who Had Written The Book Was A God, It Wasn't A Person.

To Write For Pc Reasons, Because You Think You Ought To Be Dealing With This Subject, Is Never Going To Yield Anything That Is Really Going To Matter To Anyone Else. It Has To Matter To You.

I Was Pirouette And Flourish, I Was Filigree And Flame. How Could I Count My Blessings When I Didn't Know Their Names?