Balance is compromise. Of the muscles.
perhaps there's no sharper spur to meditation than answered prayer.
But memory, after a time, dispenses its own emphasis, making a feuilleton of what we once thought most ponderable, laying its wreath on what we never thought to recall.
I always say that one's poetry is a solace to oneself and a nuisance to one's friends.
Women can't travel light. We're in charge of the basic facts.
'Ms.' is a syllable which sounds like a bumble bee is breaking wind.