Poet Laureate, weaver of words…I’ve meet him on the page years ago and have been reading along ever since.
A few quotes I love:
“Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships.”
“Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.”
READ YOUR FATE
A world’s disappearing.
Little street,
You were too narrow,
Too much in the shade already.
You had only one dog,
One lone child.
You hid your biggest mirror,
Your undressed lovers.
Someone carted them off
In an open truck.
They were still naked, travelling
On their sofa
Over a darkening plain,
Some unknown Kansas or Nebraska
With a storm brewing.
The woman opening a red umbrella
In the truck. The boy
And the dog running after them,
As if after a rooster
With its head chopped off.
A Life of Wonder 
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