The only war is the war against the imagination.

I have just realized that the stakes are myself I have no other ransom money, nothing to break or barter but my life

Sweetheart, when you break thru you'll find a poet here, not quite what one would choose.

More or Less Love Poems #11: No babe We'd never Swing together but the syncopation would be something wild

In the fifties… we were so busy being cool that we didn’t know how to say the word love

More or Less Love Poems #11:No babeWe'd neverSwing together butthe syncopationwould be something wild

Everyone has moments of weakness. But that doesn't make you weak.

Make a u-turn, when you see you have traveled on the wrong path.

Peace has gone on too long. Something inside me says that trouble such as these shores have never known is headed our way.

Nobody ever forgets their first night in the bush. It's among the precious, meagre handful of life firsts that remain indelible.

I do not find it easy to articulate thoughts about religion. I remain the sort of person who turns off 'Thought for the Day' when it comes on the radio.

Hillary Clinton'll be Madam President and we'll be in the White House.

My mother raised three children on her own and my dad was a doctor working 16 hours a day.

As a writer who writes poetry, nonfiction, and fiction, I think it's important to always maintain a firm grasp on genre and ethics.

I'm not interested in a pretty world. It's boring to me.

In the midst of life we are in death, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection.