Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.
We can never be born enough.
It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my poems are competing.
Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
The sensual mysticism of entire vertical being.
The only man, woman, or child who wrote a simple declarative sentence with seven grammatical errors "is dead."