Forgiveness is a little thing when love is there.

Summer comes over the hill like a hairy blanket.

Some affixes are wildly promiscuous.

Secrets could never be rushed. They had to come of their own accord, on their own schedule. That way ,when they came , the offered themselves as a gift.

Writing isn't just on the page; it's voices in the reader's head. Read what you write out loud to someone-anyone-and you will catch all kinds of things.

And oh I want so much to sing, I tell myself no. But it is so hard to keep from singing.

Unfortunately, we're using the same language to talk about the language we'retalking about.