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

Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.

You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands.

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.

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

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

Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows.