The number of people writing poems is vast, and their reasons for doing so are many, that much can be surmised from the stacks of submissions.

...In another time, What cannot be seen will define us, and we shall be prompted To say that language is error, and all things are wronged By representation. The self, we shall say, can never be Seen with a disguise, and never be seen without one.

We are reading the story of our lives As though we were in it As though we had written it.

But I tend to think of the expressive part of me as rather tedious - never curious or responsive, but blind and self-serving.

In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing.

To open the dictionary of the Beyond and discover what one suspected, that the only word in it is nothing.

Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure.