The aim of poetry and the poet is finally to be of service, to ply the effort of the individual into the larger work of the community as a whole.

There is risk and truth to yourselves and the world before you.

If self is a location, so is love.

There is not built-in meaning to anything, we are free to add any meaning we choose to give it.

Wherever that man went, he went gratefully.

Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear.

Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. ~from the poem "Digging