When allowed to return to the class, your feelings of humility and lonesomeness will render you a much finer student and person.

Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.

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.

Facts interest me less than the trailing smoke of stories.

Poetry [is] more necessary than ever as a fire to light our tongues.

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

Energy is everything. Rubbing happy and sad together creates energy.