Poetry at its best is the language your soul would speak if you could teach your soul to speak.
Life is an honor, albeit anonymously delivered.
We set this house on fire forgetting that we live within.
I can write anywhere.
I can maintain my sense of the sacredness of existence only by understanding my own limitations and losing my self-importance.
Fate has never ladled out hardship very evenly, and this frequently trips our often infantile sense of justice.