“I want to douse myself in silver words and whisper away all rue.”

“All these mirrorscarnival distortionsof selves we never were.”

“We all have our safe places, where none are invited. They are lonely rooms full of the musk of memory. Sanctuary rather than adventure.”

“Tired of the sea,I need a tree that will hold my thoughts with birdsong;not tides returning them along the shoreline to laughing gulls.”

“LOOK AT MY BLOOD FLOWERS, BECAUSE I WRITE WITH A SERENE SHARP BLADE THAT SOOTHES. AS MUCH AS CUTS INTO THE DEEPEST PARTS OF MY SOUL.”

“Thoughts as warm as a silky summer rain, flowing over the edge of my soul's gentle.not tides returning them along the shoreline to laughing gulls.”

“The stars are but tears shed by a miriad of unrequited dreams; each sparks with fire and guides its light homeward when a dream is revealed”