The moment of change is the only poem.

I've known great happiness in my life along with great darkness, and a question that has repeatedly entered my poetry has been, how do we use the direct experience of happiness that may be given us, whether of love and sexuality or creativity or the sense of connectedness with other beings, human and otherwise?

and I ask myself and you, which of our visions will claim us which will we claim how will we go on living how will we touch, what will we know what will we say to each other.

Grief held back from the lips wears at the heart; the drop that refused to join the river dried up in the dust.

Since we're not young, weeks have to do time for years of missing each other.Yet only this odd warp in time tells me we're not young.

Much male fear of feminism is the fear that, in becoming whole human beings, women will cease to mother men, to provide the breast, the lullaby, the continuous attention associated by the infant with the mother. Much male fear of feminism is infantilism–the longing to remain the mother’s son, to possess a woman who exists purely for him.

Lies are usually attempts to make everything simpler - for the liar - than it really is, or ought to be.