It Was Not An Adventure;

A Flock Of Sheep Near The Airport Or A High Voltage Generator Beside The Orchard: These Combinations Open Up My Life Like A Wound, But They Also Heal It. That's Why My Feelings Always Come In Twos.

My Poems Are Political In The Deeper Sense Of The Word. Political Means To Live In Your Time, To Be A Man Of Your Time.

The Soul Inside Me Is The Last Foreign Language I'm Learning.

Love Is Like A Reservoir Of Kindness And Pleasure, Like Silos And Pools During A Siege.

And As We Stray Further From Love, We Multiply The Words. Had We Remained Together We Could Have Become A Silence.