You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky.

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

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

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

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.