Such A Big Miracle In Such A

Poetry Is An Art Practiced With The Terribly Plastic Material Of Human Language.

There Is A Warning Love Sends And The Cost Of It Is Never Written Till Long Afterward.

Our Lives Are Like A Candle In The Wind.

I Have Often Wondered What It Is An Old Building Can Do To You When You Happen To Know A Little About Things That Went On Long Ago In That Building.

Poetry Is A Fresh Morning Spider-web Telling A Story Of Moonlit Hours Of Weaving And Waiting During A Night.