Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

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

Take your foot out of the graveyard, they are busy being dead.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.

Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren

women are born twice.

Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.