As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot. ― John Lennon She was country and I was city and here we were stuck on a farm.I spent my weekdays commuting to the city to lecture freshmen and came home dreading the Morlocks that inhabited the countryside.

It’s complicated, Trying to get close to you; You ask a lot Without saying much, And your silence Thunders… Makes me ponder What you want And I’m left Unravelling the knot Of us.QuinnQuinn and I had one of those caught in the rain love affairs.

...I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitternessWalking, Not Running AwayI know life— In its joyful And sad strains,Bur to say Something significant I draw on my past And pain.It’s a rosary of repetitions Where I get lost In insignificance

You keep wondering what it means to be a man, and the truth is, there's not just one way. Every morning you get up there's chances to do the right thing, be a good man. Hopefully you get most right; but you're not gonna get all of them right. —Roy Brown

Margot Here you are again—home alone in your Victorian manse and it’s raining. You never did get over your fear of ghosts. You tell yourself it’s puerile and foolish, but as the lights dim and brighten, your fears wax and wane, as if on cue.

There are ghosts in the room. They come out of the gloom, stand at my side and lean on my chair. ―Ella Wheeler WilcoxOwn GhostThis afternoon Was full of thunder— Grumbling and rumbling,I didn’t expect To see a rebus By my door…