Maybe the world, without us, is the real poem.

Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)

I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It's impossible not to remember wild an want it back.

There is a notion that creative people are absent-minded, reckless, heedless of social customs and obligations. It is, hopefully, true for they are in another world altogether.

All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is overwhelmed by morning, the light deepening, the wind easing and just waiting, as I too wait (and when have I ever been disappointed?) for redbird to sing

We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness.

The face of the moose is as sad as the face of Jesus.