I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the fierce magic emerging here. I am witness to flexible eternity, the evolvin….

My generation is now the door to memory. That is why I am remembering..

True power does not amass through the pain and suffering of others..

Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their families, their histories too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems..

At least I've had to come to that in my life, to realize that this stuff called failure, this stuff, this debris of historical trauma, family trauma,….

A story matrix connects all of us. There are rules, processes, and circles of responsibility in this world. And the story begins exactly where it is….

If we cry more tears we will ruin the land with salt; instead let's praise that which would distract us with despair. Make a song for death, a song f….

Remember that you are all people and that all people are you..

I've always had a theory that some of us are born with nerve endings longer than our bodies.

There is no poetry where there are no mistakes..

If you do not answer the noise and urgency of your gifts, they will turn on you. Or drag you down with their immense sadness at being abandoned..

I know I walk in and out of several worlds each day..

My sister accommodates me, never reproaches me with her doctrine, never tries to change me. She accepts and loves me, despite our differences..

I believe that poets have to be inside their poems somewhere, or the poem won't work..

There is no separation. We are all from the same place. As long as there is respect and acknowledgement of connections, things continue working. When….

My father told me that some voices are so true they can be used as weapons, can maneuver the weather, change time. He said that a voice that powerful….

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite..

I have more questions than answers in this world as do most poets and writers. The field of memory we exist in is absolutely encompassing and is both….

It is memory that provides the heart with impetus, fuels the brain, and propels the corn plant from seed to fruit..

Remember that you are this universe and that this universe is you..

The saxophone is so human. Its tendency is to be rowdy, edgy, talk too loud, bump into people, say the wrong words at the wrong time, but then, you t….