Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.

A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.

Nation-building is never a 'done deal' confined to history already established.

Shine your soul with the same egoless humility as the rainbow and no matter where you go in this world or the next, love will find you, attend you, and bless you.

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

The literary artist lends verbal depth to the visual. The visual artist provides visible articulation for the literary.

Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.