Five tender apricots in a blue bowl, a brief and exact promise of things to come.

There is no technique, there is just the way to do it. Now, are we going to measure or are we going to cook?

The words 'forse che si,' 'forse che no', 'perhaps yes,' 'perhaps no,' repeat along all paths.

Poems give you the lives of others and then circle in on your own inner world.

Sometimes the valley below is like a bowl filled up with fog. I can see hard green figs on two trees and pears on a tree just below me. A fine crop coming in. May summer last a hundred years.

I had the urge to examine my life in another culture and move beyond what I knew.

The Only Thing More Surprising Than the Chance She's Taking... Is Where It's Taking Her.