When You Play Chess Alone It's Always

Poetry: Three Mismatched Shoes At The Entrance Of A Dark Alley.

There Are Knives That Glitter Like Altars In A Dark Church Where They Bring The Cripple And The Imbecile To Be Healed. There's A Woden Block Where Bones Are Broken, Scraped Clean--a River Dried To Its Bed

A Poem Is An Instant Of Lucidity In Which The Entire Organism Participates.

We Name One Thing And Then Another. That’s How Time Enters Poetry. Space, On The Other Hand, Comes Into Being Through The Attention We Pay To Each Word. The More Intense Our Attention, The More Space, And There’s A Lot Of Space Inside Words.

The World Is Beautiful But Not Sayable. That's Why We Need Art.