When I was in junior high, my sister’s boyfriend turned us onto John Prine, Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen. The way these men used the language was grand. Especially Cohen. The first time I heard someone sing Hallelujah, when they got to the line about the kitchen chair, I knew it had to be Cohen. These writers showed me how to use language boldly, how to express real emotion, how to use imagery which forces the mind to stretch, what a person could do with words.