When we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we'll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls.

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.

Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths.

Authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know.

When we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we'll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls.