Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival.

I'll Die For Your Sins If You Live For mine.

A grain of poetry suffices to season a century.

she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away

Even the most political poem is an act of faith.

I love my love with a b because she is peculiar.

maybe silent hurting is the new Mid-Western love

We suffer each other to have each other a while.

My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.

Nature never did betrayThe heart that loved her.

Everything that drowned me taught me how to swim.

Yo, múltiple, como en contradicción

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.

Poetry and art and knowledge are sacred and pure.

No poem ever bought a hamburger, or not too many.