I’ll Never Speak To God Again.

August Rain: The Best Of The Summer Gone, And The New Fall Not Yet Born. The Odd Uneven Time.

I Am Silver And Exact.i Have No Preconceptions.

I Sank Back In The Gray, Plush Seat And Closed My Eyes. The Air Of The Bell Jar Wadded Round Me And I Couldn't Stir.

I Need Not To Be More With Others, But To Be More & More Deeply, Richly Alone. Recreating Worlds.

And I Identify Too Closely With My Reading, With My Writing.