Much contemporary verse reads like failed short-short stories rather than failed poetry.

Anguish is the universal language.

Even when I’m in the dark I’m in the dark with you.

Much contemporary verse reads like failed short-short stories rather than failed poetry.

Emotion is the best mnemonic device.

Silence is so steadfast, you know. It is so ample, after all.

While you’re alive there’s no time for minor amazements.