Music: What So Many Sentences Aspire To

I Was Hurrying Through My Own Soul . . . I Was Leaning Out . . . I Was Listening.

I Believe In Kindness. Also In Mischief.

The Language Of The Poem Is The Language Of Particulars.

Every Day I Walk Out Into The World / To Be Dazzled, Then To Be Reflective.

Like Magellan, Let Us Find Our Islands To Die In, Far From Home, From Anywhere Familiar. Let Us Risk The Wildest Places, Lest We Go Down In Comfort, And Despair.