“Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.”

“In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.”

“I die a little,In the echo of your silence.”

“I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.”

“I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.”

“You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.”

“Stars are shining, my dreams too”

“Numbered are the daysof hunger stricken straysa woman's curving tastea paper police state.”

“Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.”

“Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?”

“Remembrance and reflection how allied!What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide!”

“Don't be afraid of poetry.”