Everyone Makes Sexy Sounds; Relatively Few, Sexy

Cruel Impulses Stir All About My Kindly Heart.

Like Love, Grief Fades In And Out.

The Discontented Believe That Their Regrets Are About The Past.

Every Few Years Something New Breaks Into The Circle Of My Thoughts.

In Middle Age, I Practiced Feeling Old, But The Real Thing Has Been A Rude Surprise.