From the fallen tree everybody makes firewood.

There's always more to a story than a body can see from the fenceline.

I rarely think of poetry as something I make happen; it is more accurate to say that it happens to me. Like a summer storm, a house afire, or the coincidence of both on the same day.

Plants do everything animals do, but slowly. They migrate, communicate, deceive, stalk their food and, with an ostentation of styles and perfumes to put the animal kingdom to shame, they make love. It's just that catching them in flagrante delicto might require time-lapse photography.

The gods you do not pay are the ones that can curse you best.

I never think that anything I'm writing is bluntly political in any way. I'm not going for commentary.

You know things are bad when a woman without any legs and who recently lost two of her own kids feels sorry for you.