I was the solitary plovera pencil for a wing-boneFrom the secret notesI must tiltupon the pressureexecute and adjust In us sea-air rhythm"We live by the urgent waveof the verse

Strange—we are always inhabiting more than one realm of existence—but they all fit in if the art is right.

Smile / to see the lake / lay / the still sky / And / out for an easy / make / the dragonfly.

I rose from marsh mud algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs.

What would they say if they knew I sit for two months on six lines of poetry?

Popcorn-can cover / screwed to the wall / over a hole / so the cold / can't mouse in.

Grandfather / advised me: / Learn a trade / I learned / to sit at desk / and condense / No layoff / from this / condensery.

I rose from marsh mudalgae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisybirds and frogs.

When in doubt, tell the truth. When in pain, listen to the wind.

Keep a relentless eye on your goals! Perseverance, joyful dedication, and unwavering focus will get you there!

Technology is unlocking the innate compassion we have for our fellow human beings.

The near touch of death may be a release into life; if only it will break the egoistic will, and release that other flow.

I don't have that kind of voice, the big baritone or rousing tenor sound. My wheelhouse was in the frothier pieces. So my appreciation for those older musicals and revivals grew.

I don't know how people recognize me.

The juxtaposition between fishing and touring couldn't be greater.

If you have to release bad news to the public, it would help if you are not ugly.

Light has an evident, functional and aesthetic impact on our lives.

Better sexy and racy Than sexist and racist