The Keystone pipeline will spew a massive amount of carbon pollution into our fragile atmosphere. It should be stopped.
Until recently, I thought 'occasional poetry' meant that you wrote only occasionally.
One of the ridiculous aspects of being a poet is the huge gulf between how seriously we take ourselves and how generally we are ignored by everybody else.
But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her, barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor. She will look in at me with her thin arms extended, offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.
A motto I've adopted is, if at first you don't succeed, hide all evidence that you ever tried.
Poetry is like standing on the edge of a lake on a moonlit night and the light of the moon is always pointing straight at you.
But my heart is always propped up in a field on its tripod, ready for the next arrow.
Golly, he's just a pest and your worst best friend, Who mend and rip space-time fabric like polyester blend.
Commitment is what your boss needs you to have. Choice is what you need to have.
Fighter pilots have ice in their veins. They don't have emotions. They think, anticipate. They know that fear and other concerns cloud your mind from what's going on and what you should be involved in.
It ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors, It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em.