It would be pleasant to be drunk.
Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.
I think of myself as writing for one person, that one perfect reader who understands and loves.
I love you. You are closest to my heart, closer than any other human being. You are my extension. You are my prayer. You are my belief in God. For better or worse you inherit me.
women are born twice.
The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself.