Poems Are Other People's Snapshots In Which

When People Ask Me How To Find Happiness In Life I Tell Them, First Learn How To Cook.

Insomnia Is An All-night Travel Agency With Posters Advertising Faraway Places.

Inside My Empty Bottle I Was Constructing A Lighthouse While All Others Were Making Ships.

One Writes Because One Has Been Touched By The Yearning For And The Despair Of Ever Touching The Other.

If I Believe In Anything, It Is In The Dark Night Of The Soul. Awe Is My Religion, And Mystery Is Its Church.