Enough small empty boxes thrown into a big empty box fill it full.
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen.
An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, "Come and find me, come and find me."
Poetry is any page from a sketchbook of outlines of a doorknob with thumb-prints of dust, blood, dreams.
POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.