Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.

Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.

We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong.

Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is.

Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations.

Poetry is an exhibit of one pendulum connecting with other and unseen pendulums inside and outside the one seen.

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.