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.
You know being born is important to you. You know nothing else was ever so important to you.
All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.
If I added to their pride of America, I am happy.
The dead hold in their hands only what they have given away.
Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters.