Death Steals Everything Except Our Stories.

Poetry At Its Best Is The Language Your Soul Would Speak If You Could Teach Your Soul To Speak.

In A Life Properly Lived, You're A River.

No One Else Can Hold Your Hand Or Take This Voyage Of The Soul For You.

What Cannot Be Said, Will Get Wept.

Writers Can Write Outside Their Ethnicity Or Sex Depending How Open And Vulnerable They Wish To Be.