People Who Cannot Feel Punish

I Can Tell You That Solitude Is Not All Exaltation, Inner Space Where The Soul Breathes And Work Can Be Done. Solitude Exposes The Nerve, Raises Up Ghosts. The Past, Never At Rest, Flows Through It.

Poetry Is A Dangerous Profession Between Conflict And Resolution, Between Feeling And Thought, Between Becoming And Being, Between The Ultra-personal And The Universal - And These Balances Are Shifting All The Time.

One Must Think Like A Hero To Behave Like A Merely Decent Human Being.

I Tell The Gods Are Still Alive / And They Are Not Consoling.

Death Does Frame A Person And Somehow It Is The Good That Stays.