Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard.

There is no greater love than the love the wolf feels for the lamb-it-doesn’t-eat.

We must kill the false woman who is preventing the live one from breathing.

What happens: events interiors, snatch them from the cradle, from the source. I want to watch watching arrive. I want to watch arrivances. I want to find the root of needing to eat. And taste it: work of sweat / sleep.

When I write, it's everything that we don't know we can be that is written out of me, without exclusions, without stipulation, and everything we will be calls us to the unflagging, intoxicating, unappeasable search for love. In one another we will never be lacking.

I do believe in poetry. I believe that there are creatures endowed with the power to put things together and bring them back to life

Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way.