I'll be writing as long as I can hold a pen in my curled, crimped arthritic hands and then I'll dictate it, if it comes to that. They'll have to pry my pen out of my cold, dead fingers - and even then, I'll fight 'em for it. Guaranteed. - Wanda Lea Brayton
My earliest poems appear almost skeletal to me now - it seems I've learned to add meat, muscle and a nice suit of clothes. - Wanda Lea Brayton