I'm Ensuring My Place In Heaven.

Each Sudden Gust Of Light Explains Itself As Flames, But Neither They, Nor Even Bombs Redoubled On The Hills Tonight Can Quite Include Me In Their Fear.

Honor The Miraculousness Of The Ordinary.

Like A Lot Of People, For A Long Time I Thought That The Road To Hell Is Paved With Bad Sequels.

I Don't Want My Poems To Be Sentimental, Though I Do Acknowledge That Sentiment Is Probably Rather Under-reported In A Lot Of People's Feelings A Lot Of The Time.

Poems Are A Hotline To Our Hearts, And We Forget This Emotional Power At Our Peril