My mother used to take me to flea markets in my stroller and I would just rummage through the piles. You've got to dig through the overstuffed racks that everyone else just walks by. It's the only way to find the cool stuff.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder with a dash of the dictionary.
Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry the philosophy which does...
Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep too grave to...
Wisdom stands at the turn in the road and calls upon us publicly but we...
Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life.
My opinion is that a poet should express the emotion of all the ages and...
I write poetry in order to live more fully.
