“...I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk...”

“...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...”

“...these vignettes I sketch for you - what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears ...”

“...you are my Lady of Shalott lost in a dream of isolation - I care too much for you - I romanticize depression...”

“...yes I understand your spells—your sex magic—at least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in...”

“...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...”

“...our monsters walk the dark pathways of secret motives...”