My poems are more my silence than my speech. Just as music is a kind of quiet. Sounds are needed only to unveil the various layers of silence..

Where your pain is, there your heart lies also..

Letters of the condemned. Last words scratched on a cell’s wall. To write like that..

I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what’s unsaid, what’s underneath. Understanding on anothe….

There are things better left untouched by words..

I have no talent. I write poems for myself, to think things through, that’s all..

Poetry is a presentiment of the truth..

Even a painful longing is some form of presence..

I write in order to comprehend, not to express myself..

The way a source strains toward the light, toward the air. Its laboring work, its effort, its black passageways like despair. That’s the way a poet l….

I don’t write poetry when I wish, I write when I can’t, when my larynx is flooded and my throat is shut..

I’m moved by everything broken and crippled. Since that’s how we really are..

I returned to confirm there can be no return..

We cling to words like drowning men to straws. But still we drown, we drown..

Tell me what’s the difference between hope and waiting because my heart doesn’t know It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting It constantly ….

Writing down your thoughts is both necessary and harmful. It leads to eccentricity, narcissism, preserves what should be let go. On the other hand, t….

Tell me what's the difference.

This morning I suddenly catch myself: I'm not there, I'm so lost in thought, I don't know what's going on around me. Can you think yourself to death?.

I am that which lies beyond time. Like a melody, which sounds completely only after the last note is played..