The Face Of The Moose

It Doesn't Have To Be The Blue Iris, It Could Be Weeds In A Vacant Lot, Or A Few Small Stones; Just Pay Attention, Then Patch A Few Words Together And Don't Try To Make Them Elaborate, This Isn't A Contest But The Doorway Into Thanks, And A Silence In Which Another Voice May Speak.

Poetry Is A Serious Business; Literature Is The Apparatus Through Which The World Tries To Keep Intact Its Important Ideas And Feelings.

When Loneliness Comes Stalking, Go Into The Fields, Consider The Orderliness Of The World.

We Need Beauty Because It Makes Us Ache To Be Worthy Of It.

... Let Us Risk The Wildest Places, Lest We Go Down In Comfort, And Despair.