There was some sadness in how that could happen, falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had.

There was some sadness in how that could happen, falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had.

The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert. Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last. Even the sun goes down.

When I was 18 years old, in a more innocent time, my first backpacking trip through Europe, I sneaked into the Temple of Saturn in the Roman Forum after nightfall and spent several hours in there avoiding the guards patrolling.

Lazy poets try to elicit a reader's response with words designed to tug at the heart.

Irritation for some men was their response to strain.

The heart has its own laws... and the truth is... the truth is that you are the law of mine.