I want to understand the piers of language and music and comprehension that can hold up a building even when what the building houses is an earthquake. This thinking must surely come into the poems I write, but more by osmosis than will.

How fragile we are, between the few good moments.

If truth is the lure, humans are fishes.

At some point I realized that you don't get a full human life if you try to cut off one end of it, that you need to agree to the entire experience, to the full spectrum of what happens.

The nourishment of Cezanne's awkward apples is in the tenderness and alertness they awaken inside us.

One breath taken completely; one poem, fully written, fully read - in such a moment, anything can happen.

Poems' deep work is a matter of language, but also a matter of life. One part of that work is to draw into our awareness and into language itself the unobvious and the unexpected.