“all my pastspread outlaid bareI trample on itwhat else to do”

“Two thousand Sufi poets assembled in Baghdad last nightBullets, rockets and granades flyingAllah heard only their wine voicesBursting in a fireball straight to ParadiseBombs and explosivesIlluminated the shame for an instantBefore sinking suddenly to earthEchoes of their words seep through wounds”

“Dar ÓmaI was a beggarYou threw me a smileI ran offdeliriousinto the distancelater, tiredhungryI sat downnow people toss me coinsI throw them back at themall I ever wantedwas Your smile”

“if people ask for directionsI point to the gibbous moonwhen asked how I amI smile the cusp of an eclipse”

“Tá an ghealach ina luí ar a droimGlan ar meisceCoimeádann sí na héin ina ndúiseachtI dteanga iasachta atá a ngiob geabSníonn abhainn airgeadúil in aghaidh na fána,Iompraíonn scáil na sceiche gile léi,Taoi amuigh ag siúl, ní foláir, cosnochtaThe moon lies on her backMad drunkKeeping the birds awakeThey chat in a foreign tongueA silvery river flows up the slopeBearing with it the reflection of a fairy bushYou must be out walking, in Your bare feet”

“Teedie and Johnnie didn't have much in common--but they shared a love of the outdoors. They both loved a good story, too. And that was enough to change America.”

“If you can't fuck me while I read, fuck off.”