I keep feeling that there isn't one poem being written by any one of us - or a book or anything like that. The whole life of us writers, the whole product I guess I mean, is the one long poem - a community effort if you will. It's all the same poem. It doesn't belong to any one writer - it's God's poem perhaps. Or God's people's poem.

They [daisies] are my favorite flower. There is something innocent and vulnerable about them as if they thanked you for admiring them.

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

A woman / who loves a woman / is forever young.

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.

The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home.

I tell you what you’ll never really know: all the medical hypothesis that explained my brain will never be as true as these struck leaves letting go.