Every word is a messenger. Some have wings; some are filled with fire; some are filled with death.
The three ingredients of poetry: the mystery of the universe, spiritual curiosity, the energy of language.
Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)
People want poetry. They need poetry. They get it. They don't want fancy work.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?