…spiritual or emotional pain doesn’t become a memory so much as a bruise …

…I look out at the world through your transparent face…

….my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars – I go there often to sleep …

…some say Twitter seems trite and lacks weightiness – but in actuality, it lends itself to poetry – it can be very compressed and intense…

…why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age….

You are my winter suddenness—a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth

I knew I loved you when I kept trying to run away and find reasons why it wouldn’t work

…you merely look at me and I want to confess, but don’t – I’ve buried my heart under the floor boards, but you always dig it up…

…it’s easy to express romantic love – harder to manage daily love – to forgive failings close to feelings – to divide self from soul…

…God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds…

There must always be a secret to be unwrapped at Christmas—that’s the rule

…when your heart is broken, don’t go silent – speak to God in his own language…

…I want to live doubly – first with you and then afterwards in memory …

you are a ring tone on the phone I didn’t answer

…you think so logically…like a hawk soaring – I feel so chaotically…like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth…

…I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists…

… my early writing was a silent fury – at what or whom, I had no idea – but I shut it in until it burned my bones and now, I’ve let it out…

…they say a reformed roue makes the best husband, but, Oh! Didn’t they tell you? Monsters can’t be reformed…

…God and your heart both whisper – incline your ear – don’t just learn from your head…

…I need you to be a listener – you need me to hang word on. We’re friends because neither has discovered a limit where the other ends…

…the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don’t disfigure me in your eyes – because you know the price I pay for loving you …

…people quote proverbs without realizing they’re really in awe of the authority of their truth and the power of their expression…

…here’s what I’ve learned – people will hurt you, but you don’t have to respond – not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed …

Last night, lost in spaces between star—bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you

…when we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we’ll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls…

…I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness – now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? …

…you need to travel to see the ocean – I don’t need the ocean – I have the sky…

after life has broken you open, perhaps you may create art

…there’s the suffering from love and the suffering from grief – either pain permanently scars the soul…

…everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous – to be reminded of how they once saw the world …

I am a bed of sparks you breathe upon and kindle

…before you, life was desolate – the past hardly worth remembering – and now, each moment a keepsake I can’t throw away …

…consider yourself a functional character in someone else’s novel – a background character – a person on the street – that’s the perspective …

…when you look at the stars, you should tremble – only dullards have become callous to this frisson …

…surely by now you must know: It’s love; it’s love—but will there ever be good news?…

we compose our life in stories we tell ourselves

…I’m constantly agitated, restless – I work moments like worry beads until I see your face…

You can be taught to write – you can’t be taught to be an artist

…I’m not in control and without a firm spot, like Archimedes I can’t move the world – let alone your heart..

…when I think of you it’s with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears…

the heart aches through nights—the broken places of neglect

when I see you, I see mystery – a pale moon’s beauty behind a veil of cloud

…people demonize certain types of crime – it’s a way of distancing ourselves from the monsters…

…my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight – we go camping at night – it’s my lucid dream of being with you…

…I got to love solitude – to see the Moon rise and set – I had time to watch it trace the window square across the wall in silent grace…

…you mean you don’t fit characters into a plot? excatly…

…dark embers smolder inside me – one touch and they flare – who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?…

…I make no apology about stirring the depths – every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath …

…how many writers still dare compare a woman to Nature, like Campion? – there is a garden in her face – how lovely…

He heard her in his heart – whispering from the mist