Everybody Has To Have Their Little Tooth

...sometimes I Dream That Everything In The World Is Here, In My Room, In A Great Closet, Named And Orderly, And I Am Here Too, In Front Of It, Hardly Able To See For The Flash And The Brightness- And Sometimes I Am That Madcap Person Clapping My Hands And Singing; And Sometimes I Am That Quiet Person Down On My Knees.

Almost Anything Is Too Much. I Am Trying In My Poems To Have The Reader Be The Experiencer. I Do Not Want To Be There. It Is Not Even A Walk We Take Together.

Poetry Is A Life-cherishing Force.

Look, Hasn't My Body Already Felt Like The Body Of A Flower?

... Let Us Risk The Wildest Places, Lest We Go Down In Comfort, And Despair.