She's a rare vase, out of a cat's reach, on its shelf.

I have never separated the writing of poetry from prayer. I have grown up believing it is a vocation, a religious vocation.

I read; I travel; I become

Peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

The truest writers are those who see language not as a linguistic process but as a living element.

I too saw the wooden horse blocking the stars.

The mirror is believed the way a poem is believed. It's believed because it's there.