Those Who Are Willing To Be Vulnerable

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.

Art Is The Means We Have Of Undoing The Damage Of Haste. It's What Everything Else Isn't.

How Terrible The Need For God.

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

You Must Believe: A Poem Is A Holy Thing - A Good Poem, That Is. The Poem, Even A Short Time After Being Written, Seems No Miracle; Unwritten, It Seems Something Beyond The Capacity Of The Gods.