Depression, Suffering And Anger Are All Part

Their Love As A Dragonfly, Skimming Over Echo Park, Stoppin To Visit The Lotus. Eating Dreams And Drinking Blue Sky.

Don't Turn Over The Rocks If You Don't Want To See The Pale Creatures Who Live Under Them.

My House Is Modern, But I Like My Writing Room To Be Old Fashioned. I Write On A Little Wooden Secretary Desk.

Although She Was Giddy With Exhaustion, Sleep Was A Lover Who Refused To Be Touched.

I Took The Volume To A Table, Opened Its Soft, Ivory Pages... And Fell Into It As Into A Pool During Dry Season.