One ambition of poetry, certainly, is to create a reverberant silence in its wake, one that means more or differently than the silence that preceded the poem.

What did you think, that joy / was some slight thing?

Poetry is an investigation, not an expression, of what you know.

What is healing, but a shift in perspectives?

All my life I've lived with a future which constantly diminishes but never vanishes.

It's freeing, to think that there's always an aspect of us outside the grasp of speech, the common stuff of language.

... the attempt to render visual intricacy makes words feel unwieldy, like sacks of meaning that must be lugged into place, dragged here and there, then still don't fell accurate.