As a writer one has to take the chance on being a fool.
Abundance is scooped from abundance yet abundance remains.
Rats live on no evil star
Images are the heart of poetry ... You're not a poet without imagery.
Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments.
For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the ceiling.