God Talk
“So where does it come from?” the young woman asked. “From a place on the edge of tomorrow looking back at yesterday,” I replied. I’ve been asked so many times about my writing. To the point of embarrassment I read warm, generous comments about my work and deal with them one word at a time. It’s the only way I can accept it. But she wanted to be there where I go to find the words. I couldn’t take her there. I could only describe it from the outside looking in. “I have fallen in love with words,” I told...