Once I thought ideas were exceptions not the rule. That is not so. Ideas are so plentiful that they ride on air. You have only to reach out and snatch one.

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

Poetry is fact given over to imagery.

Strangers are just friends waiting to happen

There is no other way to find ourselves but in each others faces.

I am not a joiner. Somewhere I once said that people join clubs now for the very reason they once carried them, a need for security. Maybe I'm alone more often than I should be, because I try to find security within myself.

Watch the indolent butterfly playing on the tall flower in the yard and think about the sun going down. It always does you know.