I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker. It has always been hard for me to say exactly what I mean in speech But if I have written a clumsiness, I may erase it.

We are each other's magnitude and bond.

With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.

I am interested in telling my particular truth as I have seen it.

Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.

This is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.

I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.