Quotes from Peter Meinke

I loved a woman whose beauty Like the moon moved all the humming heavens to music till the stars with their tiny teeth burst into song and I fell on the ground before her while the sky hardened and she laughed and turned me down softly, I was so young.

If you're hooked on the physical act of writing, there's a good chance of your hanging in there long enough to say what you were born to say.