Books are meat and medicine and flame and flight and flower steel, stitch, cloud and clout, and drumbeats on the air.” — Gwendolyn Brooks - Gwendolyn Brooks

I shall create! If not a note, a hole./If not an overture, a desecration.

You do not have to die this certain day.
Death will abide, will pamper your postponement.
I assure you death will wait. Death has
a lot of time. Death can
attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is
just down the street; is most obliging neighbor;
can meet you any moment.
You need not die today.
Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness.
Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use.
Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.

Very early in life I became fascinated with the wonders language can achieve. And I began playing with words.