I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself.

People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.

Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path, matched up with foam-flanked horses, bloody knuckles, and bones, on the hard ways to the stars.

A tree is best measured when it is down - and so it is with people.

A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first awake.

All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.

Poetry is a slipknot tightened around a time-beat of one thought, two thoughts, and a last interweaving thought there is not yet a number for.