If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.
I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.
Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.
Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.
Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths.
December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.