The origins of poetry are clearly rooted in obscurity, in secretiveness, in incantation, in spells that must at once invoke and protect, tell the secret and keep it.

I study nature so as not to do foolish things.

The words secret and sacred are siblings.

A poem is a neutrino - mainly nothing - it has no mass and can pass through the earth undetected.

I'm lucky enough to occasionally be able to do something I love - write poems - and unlucky enough that what I love confuses and overwhelms me.

I am convinced that the first lyric poem was written at night, and that the moon was witness to the event and that the event was witness to the moon. For me, the moon has always been the very embodiment of lyric poetry.

A poem is a finished work of the mind, it is not the work of a finished mind.