Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings

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

... man is eating the earth up like a candy bar.

Writers are such phonies: they sometimes have wise insights but they don't live by them at all. That's what writers are like...you think they know something, but usually they are just messes.

Craft is a trick you make up to let you write the poem.

Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.

In a dream you are never eighty.