Our Dreams Draw Blood From Old Sores.

One Thing I Don’t Need Is Any More Apologies I Got Sorry Greetin Me At My Front Door You Can Keep Yrs I Don’t Know What To Do Wit Em They Don’t Open Doors Or Bring The Sun Back They Don’t Make Me Happy Or Get A Mornin Paper Didn’t Nobody Stop Usin My Tears To Wash Cars Cuz A Sorry.

Novels Allow Me To Create A Whole World.

I've Never Thought Of Leaving The South, Never.

My Spirit Is Too Ancient To Understand The Separation Of Soul & Gender

When Words & Manners Leave You No Space For Yourself Make Very Personal Very Clear & Your Obstructions Will Join You Or Disappear.