The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own.

I believe in kindness. Also in mischief.

Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly I know our part is not knowing, but looking, and touching, and loving

But how did you come burning down like a wild needle, knowing just where my heart was?

Writing a poem ... is a kind of possible love affair between something like the heart (that courageous but also shy factory of emotion) and the learned skills of the conscious mind.

You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But, listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without doubt,I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.

A dog is adorable and noble, a dog is a true and loving friend. A dog is also a hedonist.