You start with a darkness to move through but sometimes the darkness moves through you.

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

You want happy endings, read cookbooks.

Just because a thing can't be done doesn't mean it can't be did. We all look into mirrors and see phantoms. Our error is our Eros. Why is there something instead of nothing? The answer is reckless and surreal.

Just because we have birds inside us, we don't have to be cages.

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

Here is a semi-transparent pebble I picked up on the way to my EKG. Probably worthless but it is my heart so take it.