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

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

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

If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.

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

I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath

I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.