The soul was not cured, it was as full as a clothes closet of dresses that did not fit.
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
Letters are false really - they are expressions of the way you wish you were instead of the way you are.
the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot.
The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home.
Rejoice with the day lily for it is born for a day to live by the mailbox and glorify the roadside