Why Are We So Monumentally Slow?

Energy Is Everything. Rubbing Happy And Sad Together Creates Energy.

It Is Really Hard To Be Lonely Very Long In A World Of Words. Even If You Don't Have Friends Somewhere, You Still Have Language, And It Will Find You And Wrap Its Little Syllables Around You And Suddenly There Will Be A Story To Live In.

I'm Writing Mostly To Thank You For Living You Eighty Years And To Tell You I Love You And Think Of You Often.

It Was Terrible When A Single Conversation With Someone Determined Your Whole Future Relationship.

We All Find Ourselves Involved In Projects Or Activities That Confound Us-when Or Why Did I Say I Would Do This? What Was I Thinking? I Needed A Poem For Myself That Said-pause Longer. Think Again.