Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.

Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.

Such a Big miracle in such a tiny baby. Big things often have small beginnings A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.

We had two grand antique professors who had been teaching at Lombard since before I was born.

There is a warning love sends and the cost of it is never written till long afterward.

Poetry is any page from a sketchbook of outlines of a doorknob with thumb-prints of dust, blood, dreams.