The three ingredients of poetry: the mystery of the universe, spiritual curiosity, the energy of language.

I believe in kindness. Also in mischief.

Do you cherish your humble and silky life?

I've always wanted to write poems and nothing else.

I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us.

Every day I walk out into the world / to be dazzled, then to be reflective.

There are things you can’t reach. But You can reach out to them, and all day long. The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of god. And it can keep you busy as anything else, and happier. I look; morning to night I am never done with looking. Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around As though with your arms open.