Blood Is The Rose Of Mysterious Union.

If My Poetry Aims To Achieve Anything, It's To Deliver People From The Limited Ways In Which They See And Feel.

Give Form To The Passing World. Freeways Are A Drama.

Most People Love You For Who You Pretend To Be.

You Feel Your Strength In The Experience Of Pain.

She Needed Cholly's Sins Desperately. The Lower He Sank, The Wilder And More Irresponsible He Became, The More Splendid She And Her Task Became. In The Name Of Jesus.