Love Is The Use One Makes Of

What Is Interesting And Important Happens Mostly In Secret, In Places Where There Is No Power. Nothing Much Of Lasting Value Ever Happens At The Head Table, Held Together By A Familiar Rhetoric. Those Who Already Have Power Continue To Glide Along The Familiar Rut They Have Made For Themselves.

Half A Page--and The Morning Is Already Ancient.

We Are Expanded By Tears, We Are Told, Not Reduced By Them.

I'll Be Looking At The Moon, But I'll Be Seeing You.

I Thought I Was Being Loved Because I Was Being Altered.