The Language You Use For Your Poems

I Have Risen To A Body Not Yet Born, Existing Like A Light Around A Body Through Which The Body Moves Like A Sliding Moon.

The Roman Catholic Church Early On Simply Adapted The Hierarchical Structure Of The Roman Empire And Confused The Whole Thing. Vertical Attention And Hierarchy Were So Entangled, That When The French Killed The King During The Revolution, They Lost Much Of Their Vertical Attention Too.

The Inner Boy In A Messed-up Family May Keep On Being Shamed, Invaded, Disappointed, And Paralyzed For Years And Years. "i Am A Victim," He Says, Over And Over; And He Is. But That Very Identification With Victimhood Keeps The Soul House Open And Available For Still More Invasions. Most American Men Today Do Not Have Enough Awakened Or Living Warriors Inside To Defend Their Soul Houses. And Most People, Men Or Women, Do Not Know What Genuine Outward Or Inward Warriors Would Look Like, Or Feel Like.

The Best Poems Take Long Journeys. I Like Poetry Best That Journeys--while Remaining In The Human Scale--to The Other World, Which May Be A Place As Easily Overlooked As A Bee's Wing

I Have Spent Many Years Trying To Recover A Common Language, One That Can Cross The Distance Between People.