I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.
Love your self's self where it lives.
The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.
As a writer one has to take the chance on being a fool.
The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.
Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.