I was, I am, I yet shall be. All and ever only me.

Modern poetry,
like white washed Greek columns,
is an accidental happenstance
of an eroding past.
A remnant of bad translation
run a muck.

How do you propose perfection in poetry? What measure can be made, for that made, to be unmeasurable?

So there I was, reading white space in the dark.

Now! On to phase two ... no longer being on phase one!

I'm not speaking to you until you stop not talking to me!

The soul transferred is at the heart of all arts purpose.

Never trust chuckling machine guns.

Great writers have terrible handwriting because they're more concerned with the vision then the visual.

The best teacher, provided you survive the instruction, is loss.

Life is rarely what you wish it would be, and far more often what you let it become.

Freedom is not found in the agony of choice, but in the choice of the agony.

If Necessity is the mother of Invention, then Innovation's the midwife.