Love your self's self where it lives.
Somebody who should have been born is gone.
When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.
Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind
Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
Poetry is my life, my postmark, my hands, my kitchen, my face.