The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.
I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists
I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.
When we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we'll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls.
I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.
I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.