It Is Easy To Forget That In

A Poet Must Discover That It’s His Own Story That Is True, Even If The Truth Is Small Indeed.

I Don't See Gender As The Most Significant Fact Of Human Existence.

I Did Not Want To Live Out My Life In The Strenuous Effort To Hold A Ghost World Together. It Was Plain As The Stars That Time Herself Moved In Grand Tidal Sweeps Rather Than The Tick-tocks We Suffocate Within, And That I Must Reshape Myself To Fully Inhabit The Earth Rather Than Dawdle In The Sump Of My Foibles.

When We Die We Are Only Stories In The Minds Of Others, I Thought

I Was On The Verge Of Jumping Into One Of Those Holes In Life Out Of Which We Emerge A Bit Tattered And Bloody, Though We Remain Sure Nonetheless That We Had To Make The Jump.