Unless you call attention to your presence who will know you're there? Even a country has to weave and wave a flag as proof of its existence.

Be gentle with me, new love. Treat me tenderly. I need the gentle touch, the soft voice, the candlelight after nine. There's been so many who didn't understand so give me all the love I see in your timid eyes but give it gently Please.

I chose the shadows; they did not choose me. I stay here securely not just because I feel plain, but because disappearance is by now the easy way. The habit. The worn path that I can trod knowingly and be assured safe passage home.

Poetry is fact given over to imagery.

I've come to terms with it, it knows I know.

We will all wake up semi-angels, If we wake at all.

People often say 'I live for my art.' Bullshit! If you are given a talent it's to be used. It's not in the private domain.