Inside Many Of Us Is A Small

Then All This Became History. Your Hand Found Mine. Life Rushed To My Fingers Like A Blood Clot. Oh, My Carpenter, The Fingers Are Rebuilt. They Dance With Yours.

Love Your Self's Self Where It Lives.

One Of My Secret Instructions To Myself As A Poet Is "whatever You Do, Don't Be Boring."

It's A Little Mad, But I Believe I Am Many People. When I Am Writing A Poem, I Feel I Am The Person Who Should Have Written It.

Blue Eyes Wash Off Sometimes.