These Fragments I Have Shored Against My

The Dream Crossed Twilight Between Birth And Dying.

...the Still Point In A Turning World.

All Art Emulates The Condition Of Ritual. That Is What It Comes From And To That It Must Always Return For Nourishment.

Writing Every Day Is A Way Of Keeping The Engine Running, And Then Something Good May Come Out Of It.

My Name Is Only An Anagram Of Toilets.