You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

Lazy Poets Try To Elicit A Reader's Response With Words Designed To Tug At The Heart.

How We Remember Changes How We Have Lived. Time Runs Both Ways. We Make Stories Of Our Lives.

Why Did Becoming Accustomed To Something Have To Render Its Pleasures Stale.

There Are No Wrong Turnings. Only Paths We Had Not Known We Were Meant To Walk.

She Was Owner And Captive, Both, Of A Bitterly Divided Heart.