All Good Poems Are Victories Over Something.

A True Inner World Is Often Revealed By Style And Sensibility As Much As By What Appears To Be Confession.

Connubial Because With Alarming Accuracy She’d Been Identifying Patterns I Was Unaware Of—this Tic, That Tendency, Like The Way I've Mastered The Language Of Intimacy In Order To Conceal How I Felt— I Knew I Was In Danger Of Being Terribly Understood.

Isn't There A Curious Elegance In How One Moment Passes Into Another?

I Make Myself Up From Everything I Am, Or Could Be. For Many Years I Was More Desire Than Fact. When I Stop Becoming, That’s When I Worry.

There Are Always The Simple Events Of Your Life That You Might Try To Convert Into Legend.