Being good felt like a heavy coat, so I took it off.

Sometimes there’s no one to listen to what you really might like to say at a certain moment. The paper always listens.

My mother used to tell me when I went somewhere, "Please leave your foolishness at home." But how could I do that? It was stuck on me.

Getting over what you did to me is not why I get out of bed anymore.

As a direct line to human feeling, empathic experience, genuine language and detail, poetry is everything that headline news is not. It takes us inside situations, helps us imagine life from more than one perspective, honors imagery and metaphor - those great tools of thought - and deepens our confidence in a meaningful world.

The thousands small birds of January in their smooth soaring cloud finding the trees.

Facts interest me less than the trailing smoke of stories.