December 11, 2012 § Leave a comment
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
March 2, 2012 § Leave a comment
Poets are not born in a country.
Poets are born in childhood.
June 8, 2011 § Leave a comment
Listening for poetry in the flow of the traffic. Heat already overwhelming.
March 30, 2011 § Leave a comment
It helps to know the wilderness around you enough
so you can hide in it when you have to.
[My poetry is getting more prose-like. I don’t know why, and I can’t stop it.]