Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths.
The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky.
If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.
Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.
Authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer.
Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.