“In the poetry of arrival, the garage door is free verse; the front door can be anything from a rhyming couplet to a sonnet.”
“Sanity is a sonnet with a strict meter and rhyme scheme-and my mind is free verse.”
“That one brown house still had that hole in its garage door splintering like a chewed cookie smile, the hole the exact size and height of the car parked on the driveway in front of it.”
“Our own front door can be a wonderful thing, or a sight we dread; rarely is it only a door.”
“Sorry I painted the word 'twat' on your garage door.”
“Glory never arrives through the front door. She sneaks in uninvited round the back or through an upstairs window while you are sleeping.”