Only Brooms Know The Devil

The Stars Know Everything, So We Try To Read Their Minds. As Distant As They Are, We Choose To Whisper In Their Presence.

A Poem Is An Instant Of Lucidity In Which The Entire Organism Participates.

Silence Is The Only Language God Speaks.

Poems Are Other People's Snapshots In Which We See Our Own Lives.

Wanted: A Needle Swift Enough To Sew This Poem Into A Blanket.