What’s Writing Really About? It’s About Trying

I Shall Also Take You Forth And Carve Our Names Together In A Yew Tree, Haloed With Stars.

And As If Reporting Some Felony To The Police They Let You Know You Were Not John Donne.

So We Found The End Of Our Journey. So We Stood, Alive In The River Of Light, Among The Creatures Of Light, Creatures Of Light.

Do As You Like With Me. I'm Your Parcel. I Have Only Our Address On Me. Open Me, Or Readdress Me.

The Wolf Is Living For The Earth.