Love. The Black Hook. The Spear Singing

History Works Itself Out In The Living.

You See I Thought Love Got Easier Over The Years So It Didn't Hurt So Bad When It Hurt, Or Feel So Good When It Felt Good. I Thought It Smoothed Out And Old People Hardly Noticed It. I Thought It Curled Up And Died, I Guess. Now I Saw It Rear Up Like A Whip And Lash.

I Prefer To Have Some Beliefs That Don't Make Logical Sense.

Her Clothes Were Filled With Safety Pins And Hidden Tears.

I Always Have Some Way Of Putting The Stories Together That Works For The Book. I've Always Switched Points Of View In My Books. I'm A Gemini.