A Poem Is A Cup Of Words

Where We Live In The World Is Never One Place. Our Hearts, Those Dogged Mirrors, Keep Flashing Us Moons Before We Are Ready For Them.

Because Sometimes I Live In A Hurricane Of Words And Not One Of Them Can Save Me.

Energy Is Everything. Rubbing Happy And Sad Together Creates Energy.

I Have Always Loved The Gaps, The Spaces Between Things, As Much As The Things. I Love Staring, Pondering, Mulling, Puttering. I Love The Times When Someone Or Something Is Late-there's That Rich Possibility Of Noticing More, In The Meantimepoetry Calls Us To Pause. There Is So Much We Overlook, While The Abundance Around Us Continues To Shimmer, On Its Own.

A Boy Told Me If He Roller-skated Fast Enough His Loneliness Couldn't Catch Up To Him, The Best Reason I Ever Heard For Trying To Be A Champion. What I Wonder Tonight Pedaling Hard Down King William Street Is If It Translates To Bicycles. A Victory! To Leave Your Loneliness Panting Behind You On Some Street Corner While You Float Free Into A Cloud Of Sudden Azaleas, Pink Petals That Have Never Felt Loneliness, No Matter How Slowly They Fell.