Everyone forgets Icarus also flew..

We think the fire eats the wood. We are wrong. The wood reaches out to the flame. The fire licks at what the wood harbors, and the wood gives itself ….

We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars..

The woman is not just a pleasure, nor even a problem. She is a meniscus that allows the absolute to have a shape, that lets him skate however briefly….

We are all burning in time, but each is consumed at his own speed..

WAKING AT NIGHT The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me no….

But anything worth doing is worth doing badly. Like being there by that summer ocean on the other side of the island while love was fading out of her….

You will love again, people say. Give it time. Me with time running out. Day after day of the everyday. What they call real life, made of eighth-inch….

I'm vain enough to think that I've made a successful life. I've had everything I've ever wanted. You can't beat that..

We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones..

I would say Pittsburgh softly each time before throwing him up. Whisper Pittsburgh with my mouth against the tiny ear and throw him higher. Pittsburg….

THE ABANDONED VALLEY Can you understand being alone so long you would go out in the middle of the night and put a bucket into the well so you could f….

It is convenient for the old men to blame Eve. To insist we are damned because a country girl talked to the snake one afternoon long ago. Children mu….

I believe that Icarus was not failing as he fell, but just coming to the end of his triumph..

Being alive is so extraordinary I don’t know why people limit it to riches, pride, security—all of those things life is built on. People miss so much….

The heart lies to itself because it must..

I like ornament at the right time, but I don't want a poem to be made out of decoration ... When I read the poems that matter to me, it stuns me how ….

We are surrounded by the absurd excess of the universe. By meaningless bulk, vastness without size, power without consequence. The stubborn iteration….

We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world..

I had lived all of my youthful dreams, but I couldn't think of many adult ones. I finally realized that we don't have many dreams for adults because,….

Duende I can't remember her name. It's not as though I've been in bed with that many women. The truth is I can't even remember her face. I kind of kn….