Go So Deep Into Yourself, You Speak

Sometimes It Is Necessary To Reteach A Thing Its Loveliness

Perhaps Poetry Will Be The Canary In The Mine-shaft Warning Us Of What's To Come.

The First Step In The Journey Is To Lose Your Way.

There Are Two Versions To Every Poem – The Crying Version And The Straight Version

Goodbye, You Who Are, For Me, The Postmarks Again Of Shattered Towns--xenia, Burnt Cabins, Hornell-- Their Loneliness Given Away In Poems, Only Their Solitude Kept.