#poetry

"I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests."

"And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor:And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!"

"Pussy [10w] Her pussy was heaven's gate and the backdoor of hell."

"Avery If a boy named Avery marries a girl named Avery,will they name or just label their children?"

"The poet's job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name, to tell the truth in such a beautiful way, that people cannot live without it."

"Here's a haiku/palindrome I wrote called, "Obsession."Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob,Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob,Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob"

"Rat-Race [10w] There’s no refuge for creatures opting out of the rat-race."

"For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity."

"Carrots and Creativity [10w] Put a carrot in front of you for optimal creativity."

"Prior to Wordsworth, humor was an essential part of poetry. I mean, they don't call them Shakespeare comedies for nothing."

"[On Jason Mashak's book SALTY AS A LIP, as reviewed in The Prague Post:] Mashak amalgamates various national, historical and religious traditions into a myth-mash that illuminates many sects' fanatical compartmentalizing, and the fact that so many religions and philosophies share similar goals, if not roots."

"Infinite Promise The carrot of infinite promise always dangles just inches beyond our noses.The trick is to surreptitiously switch that carrot for a zucchini."

"Crest Toothpaste: Look, Ma, no cavities!... ...that'll really piss off the TSA agents looking for contraband."

"I want to see thirstIn the syllables,Tough fireIn the sound;Feel through the darkFor the scream."

"I am suggesting that the radical of poetry lies not in theresolution of doubts but in their proliferation"

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"

"Your Poem A poem is a waking dream.If your poem is shit,then it was a fucking nightmare."

"Let our scars fall in love."

"Trickeries, Sophistries and Traps [10w] Life's great irony is that we, the trapped,set traps."

"A Prayer God, be my light in pitch-black night;Show me the path from wrong to rightThat I might in Your hands be delivered later,Having eclipsed myself to become something greater."