Poetry Is Fact Given Over To Imagery.

It's Nice Sometimes To Open Up The Heart A Little And Let Some Hurt Come In. It Proves You're Still Alive.

If You Love Somebody, Tell Them.

People Ask Me Why I Connected. It Was Presumptuous Of Me To Say, But I'm Everyman. The Difference Is I Put My Thoughts Into Words.

There Is No Other Way To Find Ourselves But In Each Others Faces.

I Chose The Shadows; They Did Not Choose Me. I Stay Here Securely Not Just Because I Feel Plain, But Because Disappearance Is By Now The Easy Way. The Habit. The Worn Path That I Can Trod Knowingly And Be Assured Safe Passage Home.