he stood against the wind and let it peel him clean

A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.

They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.

A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.

A page with a poem on it is less attractive than a page with a poem on it and some tea stains.