...some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns...
~ John Geddes
...if you're an artist, you've submitted to authority...
...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...
...I'm not in control and without a firm spot, like Archimedes I can't move the world - let alone your heart..
...freedom of conscience does not mean being uncontrolled - we have to control ourselves and at times submit to others...
...I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been...
...summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows...
...You won't age? I promise you this - your hands will go shiny and transparent and at the slightest bruise they'll bleed...
Last night, lost in spaces between star—bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you
...don't think love is just an emotion - I am dangerous and you know it because I will do anything you ask me to do...
...our monsters walk the dark pathways of secret motives...
your moods and colors are my climate, not the changing face of the sky
...open the access to your heart and write down what your voice is whispering...
...Mankind is not a race of noble savages - but primitive monsters hide inside us, elusive as Sasquatch...
...the secret to writing is to get your own pain - shout it out till it hurts your throat - weep it into your pillow - then write it down ...
...writing with ferocity is a gift, provided that ferocity is a monomaniacal devotion to pursuing the truth ...
... my early writing was a silent fury - at what or whom, I had no idea - but I shut it in until it burned my bones and now, I've let it out...
...I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath ...
...there is a myth called objective reality - we think an impersonal world exists apart from us - it doesn't - it needs us to be ...
...I know Shakespeare said art is holding up a mirror to nature- but you're actually bending and refracting it through your interior dialogue ...
...the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky - an angel is stretching...
...when you're broken, everything gets a little honester - you make mistakes and don't give a damn - you give up on perfection, but get real...
...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?
...did you know that in your eyes there are bright flecks of green and orange - and that they are lovely?...
... the house is on fire, but go ahead - finish painting the verandah...
...we've let go of so many things, but never each other's hand ...
...you betrayed me, but after all those years I discover, my tears have wiped the slate clean...
...God and your heart both whisper - incline your ear - don't just learn from your head...
...Everyone struggles to guard their heart from breaking, when they should desire to have a heart that breaks...
...it's merely writing, but you have to adjust your ear – I speak quietly – I sob – I whisper...
...is the writer a prophet or priest - does he show the truth or serve the truth?...
...some writers closet themselves - I write wherever I am because that's where life is happening ...
...it's good to know wave and particle alpha code, but more than that, the writer must go to the heart of life ...
...if you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone...
...my writing is a wild mustang - more thunderous than a lightning storm -and all my skill which I call art, is devoted to simply staying on...
...that icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...
...these vignettes I sketch for you - what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears ...
...when I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears...
