If our dreams could edit the news (and sometimes our nightmares) these poems are how they'd wake us up to the urgency of our times.

Who says there's just one safe way to walk, one road properly lit, and the rest - all slippery water, unmarked?

coming to the end of spring / my grandmother kicks off her shoes / steps out of her faltering body.

Troubles always seemed more severe after the sun went down. Even irrational worries and fears could seem perfectly logical at midnight.

Who knows until we experience it? I think that heaven and reincarnation are both ways of making us feel better about what happens to people's souls after death. I hope at least one of them is true.

...what does the future look like?...'A deep blue, fading into golds and reds-like fire on a horizon. Afterlight. It's a sky that wants you to guess if the sun is about to rise or set.

I was cured in my new infamy of all the tired wisdom of age. I would never weary into that tired state again---I swore to myself, I would always be this raw, wet child hereafter...

Because of my schooling, my fate would always be a little different from my friends.

Other people's songs can inspire me, though - I always have music on when I'm painting.

In metaphysics, the notion that earth and all that's on it is a mental construct is the product of people who spend their lives inside rooms. It is an indoor philosophy.

A man must be both stupid and uncharitable who believes there is no virtue or truth but on his own side.

Always remain suspicious that God is up to something good.

I feel like I am not an American in the eyes of my government because of their religious beliefs. I think that is un-American.