There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.
Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death.
Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.
I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to two editors who rejected them right off. I read those letters of rejection years later and I agreed with those editors.
To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass.
I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.