Every time you write a poem it’s apocalyptic. You’re revealing who you really are to yourself.

Our bodies look solid, but they arent. Were like a fountain. A fountain of water looks solid, but you can put your fingers right through it. Our bodies look like things, but theres no thingness to them.

A door jumps out from shadows, then jumps away. This is what I've come to find: the back door, unlatched. Tooled by insular wind, it slams and slams without meaning to and without meaning.

We suffer each other to have each other a while.

People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush.

In writing poetry, all of one's attention is focused on some inner voice.

Every time you write a poem it’s apocalyptic. You’re revealing who you really are to yourself.