“he placed his handson my mindbefore reachingfor my waistmy hipsor my lipshe didn't call mebeautiful firsthe called meexquisite - how he touches me”

“what i miss most is how you loved me. but what i didn't know was how you loved me had so much to do with the person I was. it was a reflection of everything I gave to you. coming back to me. how di...”

“i was musicbut you had your ears cut off”

“most importantly lovelike it's the only thing you knowat the end of the day all this means nothingthis page where you're sitting your degree your jobyour money nothing even matters except love and ...”

“my heart woke me crying last nighthow can i help i beggedmy heart said write the book”

“stayi whisperedas youshut the door behind you”

“Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.No soldier's paid to kick against His powers.We laughed, knowing that better men would come,And greater wars: whe...”

“I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.”

“It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.”