There are things to confess that enrich the world, and things that need not be said.
All romantics meet the same fate some day. Drunk and cynical and boring someone in some dark cafe.
Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.
We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind.
My husband had an education. He had a degree in Literature. I married into a camp of literary types.
The coming of the kids hasn't come out in my art yet.