Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.

Letters are false really - they are expressions of the way you wish you were instead of the way you are.

Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself, Counting this row and that row of moccasins Waiting on the silent shelf.

Suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build.

Let there be seasons so that our tongues will be rich in asparagus and limes.

To be without God is to be a snake / who wants to swallow an elephant.

I cannot walk an inch / without trying to walk to God.