“Poems only go so far. It’s time we conceded that, / and break the bond of silence that we’ve shared. / Our poppies never were any redder than theirs…”

“Night after night I am possessed with the sound of your breath / as if it were the glimmer of a lighthouse for a sailor who was almost devoured / by the ocean’s teeth.”

“We know some professors who are the exact opposite of wild geese. First of all, they’re always quarreling… Second, their colors… Third, their necks are short.”

“Fire is a young body. / The winds of doubt will not touch it. / It refuses to dress in anything / but black garments.”