Jargon: Any Technical Language We Do Not

Your Love For Me Is Founded In A Sentiment. My Love For You Is Founded In The Body. A Precarious Interchange.

The Past Goes Right On Pulling Me Apart, Though I Can Scarcely Remember The People Or The Issues.

Clothes Make A Statement. Costumes Tell A Story.

The Aphorism: A Platitude That Swerves, Or Slides All The Way Around.

My Taking A Seat On The Council Of The Fathers Caused A Desperate Fluttering Among My Ghosts.