DRIVEL DEMONS DEFAULTS

This could very well be a book written by you --not by me. It’s how you react when your dear daughter goes abroad to brave all storms of life all by herself; or you think you’re the best-in-class spouse locked in a bad marriage. You learn how people all over the works are alive, breathing hard. And then audacity of despair -- not hope -- prods you to paraphrase Gertrude Stein with all the crosses you bear, with all the demons that in your deepest sleep you may always hear, albeit weirdly: You must yet in the din cry aloud YOU’RE ALIVE . . .