“Poetry is my life, my postmark, my hands, my kitchen, my face.”
“Watson: "Get that out of my face."Sherlock: "It's not in your face, it's in my hand."Watson: "Get what's in your hand out of my face.”
“My art is that of the 35mm kind; my poetry is of the lead and ink kind; my happiness is of the product of both; and my legacy is of the story of my soul, that my life left behind”
“My hands are numb. I can’t feel my face. My tongue belongs to somebody else.”
“without my wounds, who was i? my scars were my face, my past was my life.”
“So let my hands and my face make their way in this world, let my hungry eyes see, my tongue taste.”