When You Play Chess Alone It's Always

The Stone Is A Mirror Which Works Poorly. Nothing In It But Dimness. Your Dimness Or Its Dimness, Who's To Say? In The Hush Your Heart Sounds Like A Black Cricket.

A Poem Is An Invitation To A Voyage. As In Life, We Travel To See Fresh Sights.

Silence Is The Only Language God Speaks.

Wanted: A Needle Swift Enough To Sew This Poem Into A Blanket.

I Left Parts Of Myself Everywhere, The Way Absent-minded People Leave Gloves And Umbrellas Whose Colors Are Sad From Dispensing So Much Bad Luck