Here and there are worms, evidence of the fertility of the soil, caught by the sun, half dead; flexible and pink, like lips.

“What we share may be a lot like a traffic accident but we get one another. We a…”

“Thou is a slippery character. Every Thou I've known has had a way of going miss…”

“The picture is of happiness, the story not. Happiness is a garden walled with g…”

“What I need is perspective. The illusion of depth, created by a frame, the arra…”