She was made of flesh and eyelashes.

Please make me empty, if I'm empty then I can receive, if I can receive it means it comes from somewhere outside of me, if it comes from outside of me I'm not alone! I cannot bear this loneliness. Above all it is loneliness.

I alwaysthought of myself as a competent, minor poet. I know who I'm up against.

I don't even hate books anymore.

I try to make those references. I try to make sure that they're not too obscure. But outside of that, I dare not claim anything in the spiritual realm for my own.

The moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief.

Well, for one thing, in the tradition of Zen that I've practiced, there is no prayerful worship and there is no affirmation of a deity.