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

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.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.

I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been.

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

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