Shared Laughter Is Erotic Too.

Grandmother Hannah Comes To Me At Pesach And When I Am Lighting The Sabbath Candles. The Sweet Wine In The Cup Has Her Breath.... A Little Winter No Spring Can Melt.

Pain Is A Forcing Sieve That Turns Me To Gruel.

If You Want To Be Listened To, You Should Put In Time Listening.

The Incidence Of Violent Brand-loyalty To One's Own Current Dogma Has Risen.

There Are Obviously A Great Many Ways To Organize Some Fraction Of The Material In A Life.