Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.
Elemental: The Power of Illuminated Love...the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky - an angel is stretching...
A Familiar RainNo moment is ever isolated With history elsewhere, drilling its stitches.
Bone Fires: New and Selected PoemsWhat mattered at fifty-eight was what had mattered at eighteen: breeding and good bone structure.
The Murder Room