If I had my way if I was lucky enough if I could be on the brink my entire life - that great sense of expectation and excitement without the disappointment - that would be the perfect state.
Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience...
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.
