Of nothing but me I sing, lacking another song.
Atrocity is truly emperor; All things that thrive are slaves of cruel Creation.
Being a divorcee in a small town is a little like playing Monopoly; eventually you land on all the properties.
I love my government not least for the extent to which it leaves me alone.
Inspiration arrives as a packet of material to be delivered.
Suddenly summoned to witness something great and horrendous, we keep fighting not to reduce it to our own smallness.