Poetry Is An Echo, Asking A Shadow

If I Added To Their Pride Of America, I Am Happy.

Poetry Is An Art Practiced With The Terribly Plastic Material Of Human Language.

Nothing Happens... But First A Dream.

In These Times You Have To Be An Optimist To Open Your Eyes When You Awake In The Morning.

Shame Is The Feeling You Have When You Agree With The Woman Who Loves You That You Are The Man She Thinks You Are.