Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.
Silence is the only language god speaks.
Only poetry can measure the distance between ourselves and the Other.
Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.
The poem I want to write is impossible. A stone that floats.
A poem is an invitation to a voyage. As in life, we travel to see fresh sights.