The Afternoon Knows What The Morning Never

Home Is The Place Where, When You Have To Go There, They Have To Take You In.

The Trees That Have It In Their Pent-up Buds To Darken Nature And Be Summer Woods.

Being The Boss Anywhere Is Lonely. Being A Female Boss In A World Of Mostly Men Is Especially So.

The Ear Is The Only True Writer And The Only True Reader.

A True Sonnet Goes Eight Lines And Then Takes A Turn For Better Or Worse And Goes Six Or Eight Lines More.