Like a tenacious ivy, your presence clings onto the drab wall of my existence. Cling harder onto me love, like a blood sucking bed-bug who is never satiated.

I still smell your absence on my skin. It smells of insomnia and rusted key locks...

I watched you storm towards the restaurant door. It was a chilly December morning and the birds sitting on the high wires in the neighborhood refused to fly any longer.

There was warmth in his large piercing brown eyes. The kind of warmth that tucks a child into bed. The same kind of warmth that dries your wet hair on a rainy December afternoon.

I want to be the thought that takes your mind off the road and your hand off the steering wheel.

There are people that damage you for life. The day they walked into your life will forever be a turning point you will use to label and count your years with... Your own BC and AD.

You have the face of a man who gently caresses field flowers and dandelions. And a smile that is like a dagger, cutting the sun in halves.

You don't need an ocean to feel like you're drowning. You feel it, between your chest and your throat, the weight of it stretching you outside your self, like a dead fish on the shore.

No one made sense of the love they shared. They didn't get the hang of it either. But together, the clocks of winter stopped.. And autumn's fallen leaves turned, swiftly, scarlet.

Build my night with your cheeks.

The sea is in your eyes. Your face is an eternal summer. Whoever told you otherwise is a fool!

To the pure blood of the grape!

How we come into this world, how we are ushered in, met, and hopefully embraced upon arrival, impacts the whole of our time on earth.

There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person.

Be generous in nature and thought; for this wins respect and gives confidence and power.

The only people who seem to have nothing to do with the education of the children are the parents.

On the other hand, I was very much interested in the way people behaved, the human dance, how they seemed to move around each other. I wanted to play around with that.

The only form of music is melody, without melody music is not feasible, and music and melody are quite inseparable.

Someone in Ireland asked me how many Republican poets there were in the U.S., and I thought maybe two. Maybe there are 10,000 poets, and maybe there are two Republicans among them.

No goal is too high if we climb with care and confidence.

I love performing. I love being a provocateur. I love putting myself in situations that are uncomfortable and that I have to get out of.