The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.

What's Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance? The Day's On Fire! I Know The Purity Of Pure Despair, My Shadow Pinned Against A Sweating Wall, That Place Among The Rocks--is It A Cave, Or Winding Path? The Edge Is What I Have........ ....... Dark,dark My Light, And Darker My Desire. My Soul, Like Some Heat-maddened Summer Fly, Keeps Buzzing At The Sill. ~from "the Waking" By Theodore Roethke

Fear Was My Father, Father Fear. His Look Drained The Stones.

What We Need Is More People Who Specialize In The Impossible.

All Lovers Live By Longing, And Endure: Summon A Vision And Declare It Pure.

The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?-- Do What The Clumsy Partner Wants To Do!