Hair is intuition. Hair is the abundance of perceptions, insights, thoughts, resentments, images, fantasies waiting and ready to come out whenever we are thinking of something else.

You say to yourself, Well, this poem isn’t going to be any good, but I’ll write it anyway.

As I’ve gotten older, I find I am able to be nourished more by sorrow and to distinguish it from depression.

The best poems take long journeys. I like poetry best that journeys – while remaining in the human scale – to the other world, which may be a place as easily overlooked as a bee’s wing.

If any help was going to arrive to lift me out of my misery, it would come from the dark side of my personality.

Something in the adolescent male wants risk, courts danger, goes out to the edge – even to the edge of death.

Angels began shining when they achieved discipline.

We did not come to remain whole. We came to lose our leaves like the trees, Trees that start again, Drawing up from the great roots.

Zeus energy, which encompasses intelligence, robust health, compassionate decisiveness, good will, generous leadership. Zeus energy is male authority accepted for the sake of the community.

Our story gives a teaching diametrically opposite. It says that where a man’s wound is, that is where his genius will be. Wherever the wound appears in our psyches, whether from alcoholic father, shaming mother, shaming father, abusing mother, whether it stems from isolation, disability, or disease, that is precisely the place for which we will give our major gift to the community.