Nothing Happens Unless First We Dream.

Poetry Is A Series Of Explanations Of Life, Fading Off Into Horizons Too Swift For Explanations.

There Are Dreams Stronger Than Death. Men And Women Die Holding These Dreams.

Poetry: A Sliver Of The Moon Lost In The Belly Of A Golden Frog.

The Simple Dignity Of A Child Drinking A Bowl Of Milk Embodies The Fascination Of An Ancient Rite.

Time Is A Sandpile We Run Our Fingers In.