Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
The Soul is a house...Let it burn!
Some things take root in the brain and just don’t let go.
Words slip into a language the way white-green vines slide between slats in a fence.
Mostly, when I travel, I want to represent my own work well and let others know how I feel about poetry being an important part of life.
Missing someone is like hearing a name sung quietly from somewhere behind you. Even after you know no one is there, you keep looking back.
I think of myself as an ambassador of the arts. In my heart of hearts, I know the world would be a more peaceful, tender place if we were more moved by the poetry around us.
The thing is, I've been writing for a long time now, trying to be a poet for the last 40 years, and it's still very difficult not to second-guess myself when reading my own work.