Quotes About Reflection

A poem a day keeps the doctor away.

You must remain. I must depart.Two autumns falling in the heart.

30 cents, two transfers, loveThinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two transfers before discovering that I was alone.

It could have been so beautiful.The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever againand it could have been so beautiful, the way I actually did.

Today, find a point of stillness: brief, but precious slight, but full small, but luminously real. Find a point stillness in the balance of all things between the breathing out and breathing in.

How do you like your blue-eyed boy Mr Death?

You'd think hindsight would do us some goodBut all it does sometimesIs add glass to the kaleidoscope

No reprimand in the mirrorSlow walk to LiberiaSlow dance across the SaharaSlow unraveling of gray matter

from the prose poem "The Universe Thrums on regardless" in my book SPAN.We are almost nothing in the night. Reduced to warm blobs and the sound of breathing. There is comfort in that.

I tossed a stone into the Sea To see what it would do for me And the ripples went out And became ocean waves To return to the Sea inside of me

The color of the flower has faded, while I lost myself in idle thought in this long rain / ???? ??????? ????? ??????? ???????

May I live to see the day when I long for the agony I feel now. /????? ??????? ????? ??????? ??????

Swift waters parted by the jagged rocks are joined at river's end. / ????? ?????? ??? ?????? ???????

I told her it takesa lot of solitude to write a poem.She told me it takes a lot of solitudeto die.

Eyes closed on an open soul...the world starts from within its core towards its final frontier: the end surface.

If I wouldn't of spent so much time shooting spit wads at my English teacher I'd know how to punctuate good thing I normally write poetry.

I'd rather write poetry than watch TV it allows me to share the wide screen in me.

the light too brief to finish any work —the woman seeks to amplify the dark

You were, arecactus tourism. meeting you: granularfractals borrowed from oceans.

poetry is the tombstone of experience, nothing i write is my own.~from "the damned

~ Not every poem is meant for oral stimulation, some are better devoured mentally.

A poem is an event, like a wedding or birth.

I'm merely dying to be remembered for simply writing about my living memories

Why spend our time searching to feel reality, when it's the times that don't feel real that we remember forever?