Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: "It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.

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.

Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly.

A tough will counts. So does desire.So does a rich soft wanting.Without rich wanting nothing arrives.

Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words.

I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class discussions and came out of it saying I hadn't learned a thing I didn't know before about morals and what is right or wrong in human conduct.