I became a poet at the age of sixteen. I did not intend to do it. It was not my fault.
Writing poetry is a state of free float.
I would not change [my past work] anymore than I would airbrush a photo of myself.
The bell that measures time is ringing
God is not the voice in the whirlwind, God is the whirlwind.
Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine!Mine!