Poetry
- I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my inquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.
- This is the art of drawing breath, of making visible what has been invisible. This is a pragmatist’s guide to faith. This is singing when you don’t know how to pray.
- It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.