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 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

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

Without judgments life loses its hierarchical quality of being a choice between preferences and by losing that, it loses it's savor.

Fly free, my daughter. Be what I could never be and leave the cage forever.

Even if you are threatened with death, look at your situation right in the eye and praise the Lord

The Brooklyn Bridge and I grew up together.

If I were going to have such a short visit on earth, I had to do everything possible to experience it now.

For me, food is about memories, feelings, emotions, and so is Le Bernardin, and that's why it's not just a restaurant.

I don't think 'pop' should mean that you had no talent.

Our laughter is always the laughter of a group.

In 1920, the West ruled huge amounts of the world.

What can books of men that wive In a dragon-guarded land, Paintings of the dolphin-drawn Sea-nymphs in their pearly wagons Do, but awake a hope to live...?