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.

I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.

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

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

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

The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.