Bliss

Bliss was a sunny February afternoon,

I feasted on the golden rays;

Savored spoonful after spoonful of Joyce Carol Oates;

Drooled over Noodle and Mei Meis' playfulness,

Until when the desert was served:

"My Faith As A Writer

I believe that art is the highest expression of the human spirit.

I believe that we yarn to transcend the merely finite and ephemeral; to participate in something mysterious and communal called "culture" - and that this yearning is as strong in our species as the yarning to reproduce the species.

Through the local or regional, through our individual voices, we work to create art that will speak to others who know nothing of us. In our very obliqueness to one another, an unexpected intimacy is born.

The individual voice is the communal voice.

The regional voice is the universal voice.

- Joyce Carol Oates"

Bon Appetite!