“Something in the air this morning made me feel like flying. . . "Spring Flight”
“pencils racing across paper, a sound I like." Marisol”
“A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet.”
“Heavy as such things areAfter the wordslide, the writing begins."From "Word Quake”
“We are out sisters' keepers.”
“I never tired of picturing sharks.”
“California, still a magical vanity fair.”