Everything is Song. Everything is Silence. Since it all turns out to be illusion, perfectly being what it is, having nothing to do with good or bad, you are free to die laughing.

For me, prose walks, poetry dances.

If bitterness wants to get into the act, I offer it a cookie or a gumdrop.

I often start writing in order to excite an expansive emotion.

For me a poem has to sing out of itself and the lilt of it carries the magic.

Everything is Song. Everything is Silence. Since it all turns out to be illusion, perfectly being what it is, having nothing to do with good or bad, you are free to die laughing.

Acclaim is a distraction.