I Think I Want To

I See Her As A Series Of Marvellous Shapes Formed At Random In The Kaleidoscope Of Desire.

The Bed Is Now As Public As The Dinner Table And Governed By The Same Rules Of Formal Confrontation.

Reading A Book Is Like Re-writing It For Yourself.

Spindly Branches Of Buttercups Were Secreted Among Gleaming Stems Still Moist At The Roots From Last Night's Rain That Had Washedand Refreshed The Entire Wood, Had Dowered It In Poignant Transparency, The Unique, Inconsolable Quality Of Rainy Countries, As If All Was Glimpsed Through Tears.

In A Secular Age, An Authentic Miracle Must Purport To Be A Hoax, In Order To Gain Credit In The World.