I Tell The Gods Are Still Alive

True Gardeners Cannot Bear A Glove Between The Sure Touch And The Tender Root.

... Love Is Healing, Even Rootless Love.

I See A Certain Order In The Universe And Math Is One Way Of Making It Visible.

Life Comes In Clusters, Clusters Of Solitude, Then A Cluster When There Is Hardly Time To Breathe.

In The Country Of Pain We Are Each Alone.