I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world.

Drive down any road, take a train or an airplane across the world, leave your old life behind, die and be born again~ wherever you arrive they'll be there first, glossy and rowdy and indistinguishable. The deep muscle of the world.

Come with me into the woods where spring is advancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.

The sea is the most beautiful face in our universe.

Every word is a messenger. Some have wings; some are filled with fire; some are filled with death.

Who do you want to be in your one wild and precious life?

A poet's interest in craft never fades, of course.