The Reason A Poet Is A Poet

The Soul Inside Me Is The Last Foreign Language I'm Learning.

The Phrase I Like To Use To Describe My Sense Of Time-a Play On Comparative Literature - Is Comparative Time.

It Was Not An Adventure; It Was My Life.

A Flock Of Sheep Near The Airport Or A High Voltage Generator Beside The Orchard: These Combinations Open Up My Life Like A Wound, But They Also Heal It. That's Why My Feelings Always Come In Twos.

God Has Pity On Kindergarten Children