We humans are obsessed with lights...Perhaps it is our way of hurling the constellations back at the sky.

Not much is known about alligators. They don't train well. And they're unwieldy and rowdy to work with in laboratories.

I watched her face switch among the radio stations of memory

We humans are obsessed with lights...Perhaps it is our way of hurling the constellations back at the sky.

Symbolic of life, hair bolts from our head[s]. Like the earth, it can be harvested, but it will rise again. We can change its color and texture when the mood strikes us, but in time it will return to its original form, just as Nature will in time turn our precisely laid-out cities into a weed-way.

Nature is also great fun. To pretend that nature isn't fun is to miss much of the joy of being alive.

We would lie on coral sand, below sugary stars, watching Cassiopeia mount her throne and the Great Bear wash its paws in the South. I would say, "I have a secret to tell you." And, folding me in your arms, boyish and sly, you would answer: "Whisper it into my mouth.