To grow up is to stop putting blame on parents.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Because of technological breakthroughs, the society will need fewer and fewer unskilled laborers.

Forgive yourself - no one else will.

The Holy Spirit upon my left leads my feet without ceasing into the camp of the righteous and into the tents of the free.

I thought if war did not include killing, I'd like to see one every year.

The subject of the poem usually dictates the rhythm or the rhyme and its form. Sometimes, when you finish the poem and you think the poem is finished, the poem says, "You're not finished with me yet," and you have to go back and revise, and you may have another poem altogether. It has its own life to live.