“...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...”

“...all my life I prayed to a star – Later discovered it was Venus – I was praying to Aphrodite and wondering why she was sending me you -sad...”

“...you betrayed me, but after all those years I discover, my tears have wiped the slate clean...”

“... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...”

“...you called me poet-priest - I am. ...devoted to my art, faithful to you...or, is the other way around?...”

“...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...”

“...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...”