...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...

...you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ...

...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...

...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...

...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...

... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...