The Poet: Would Rather Eat A Heart

The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact With The Undeveloped.

What Is Desire?-- The Impulse To Make Someone Else Complete? That Woman Would Set Sodden Straw On Fire.

Be Sure That Whatever You Are Is You.

And Soon A Branch, Part Of A Hidden Scene,the Leafy Mind, That Long Was Tightly Furled,will Turn Its Private Substance Into Green,and Young Shoots Spread Upon Our Inner World.

Time Marks Us While We Are Marking Time.