Time has told me less than I need to know.
Words cannot express as music does, that unsayable grace which cannot be defined. It leaps like light from mind to mind.
What's grief but the after-blindness/of the spirit's dazzle of love?
a poem is like a wine glass in which you can hold up a little bit of reality and taste it.
Sometimes my poetry is an attempt to keep off existential terror; sometimes it is a grappling with philosophical problems; sometimes just fun.