Mood can be as important as sense.

I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said... but did not.

My death from the wrists, two name tags, blood worn like a corsage to bloom one on the left and one on the right.

Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.

I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.

Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand takes you, your tears to the land. To love another is something like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.