I keep thinking, we teach children to use language to solve their disputes. We teach them not to hit and fight and bite. Then look what adults do!

I'm writing mostly to thank you for living you eighty years and to tell you I love you and think of you often.

A poem is a cup of words open to the sky and wind in a bucket.

our limbs which had already traveled far beyond her world, carrying the click of distances in the smooth, untroubled soles of their shoes.

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

I do think that all of us think in poems.

Facts interest me less than the trailing smoke of stories.