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

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

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

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.

Nothing happens unless first we dream.

To be a good loser is to learn how to win.

POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.