And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.

And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer, what can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I'm glad you stood in my way

The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it's overturned the order of the soul.

A woman watches her body uneasily, as though it were an unreliable ally in the battle for love.

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.

The troubles came and I saved what I could save. A thread of light, a particle, a wave.

Some people are graced with a flow; some people are graced with something less than a flow. I'm one of those.