Poetry Is Fact Given Over To Imagery.

The Journey Back Is Always Longer Than The Forward Run.

People Often Say 'i Live For My Art.' Bullshit! If You Are Given A Talent It's To Be Used. It's Not In The Private Domain.

We Will All Wake Up Semi-angels, If We Wake At All.

I Cannot Speculate On What Our Cluttered Mind Will Save- Sleepy Sundays, Or A Nosebleed After Love. I Know Only The Dying Heart Needs The Nourishment Of Memory To Live Beyond Too Many Winters.

It's Nice Sometimes To Open Up The Heart A Little And Let Some Hurt Come In. It Proves You're Still Alive.