“Letters are the most intimate form of travel.”

They make excellent lovers. But poor housemates!

I am not afraid.

If love is the current, then let prayer be the tide — carrying us home to each other and to Him.

Upon the shores of Biltwurt, Entwhistle in Eastern Wysterica was found a tiny blue gem.

The first real poem I ever write, will be in skin.

where rubber meets the liminal road

All that is gold does not glitter; all that wanders is not lost.

In dream, a cuckoo keeps time; the sea is an audience; music makes a maelstrom.

Journeys of the heart are the longest we will ever undertake.