If the world could remain within a frame Like a painting on a wall, Then I think we would see the beauty, then We would stand staring in awe At our still lives posed Like a bowl of oranges, Like a story told By the fault lines and the soil.

If you wanna see the future, Go stare into a cloud.

Ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure. I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you.

I think it is more like a ghost that has been following us both. Something vague that we're not seeing, something more like a feeling.

The big fish tubs are completely lined with layers of beautiful herring scales and the wheelbarrows are similarly plastered with creamy iridescent coats of mai…

One afternoon in early January, the weather showed a lack of character. There was no frost nor wind: the trees in the garden did not stir.

I like the juicy stem of grass that grows within the coarser leaf folded round, and the butteryellow glow in the narrow flute from which the morning-glory open…