A Man May Be Born, But In

Poetry: A Sliver Of The Moon Lost In The Belly Of A Golden Frog.

Let A Joy Keep You. Reach Out Your Hands And Take It When It Runs By.

Poetry Is A Search For Syllables To Shoot At The Barriers Of The Unknown And The Unknowable.

Poetry Is An Art Practiced With The Terribly Plastic Material Of Human Language.

Poetry Is The Journal Of The Sea Animal Living On Land, Wanting To Fly In The Air. Poetry Is A Search For Syllables To Shoot At The Barriers Of The Unknown And The Unknowable. Poetry Is A Phantom Script Telling How Rainbows Are Made And Why They Go Away.