You are made of bent coat hangers, honey, gravel, epoxy and handstands. I am made of lying on the floor, the same song on repeat.

I don't believe in writer's block, writing well is very easy; it's writing horribly, the horrible work necessary to do to get to writing well, that is so difficult one may just not be willing to do it.

Go down any road far enough and you'll come to a slaughterhouse, but keep going and you'll reach the sea.

You want happy endings, read cookbooks.

A poem should be odd as a small cast-iron platypus.

There are no ordinary feelings. Just as there are no ordinary spring days or kicked over cans of paint.

Hark, dumbass, the error is not to fall but to fall from no height. Don't fall off a curb, fall off a cliff.