“Needle and thread flesh and boneSpit and sinew, heartbreak is home.Your suture lines, they sparkle like diamondsBright stars to light my confinement“Stitch,”

“Scars are memory. Like sutures. They stitch the past to me.”

“Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.”

“A needle is such a small brittle thing. It is easily broken. It can hold but one fragile thread. But if the needle is sharp, it can pierce the coarsest cloth. Ply the needle in and out of a canvas and with a great length of thread one can make a sail to move a ship across the ocean. In such a way can a sharp glossy tongue, with the thinnest of thread of a rumor, stitch together a story to flap in the breeze. Hoist that story upon the pillar of superstitious belief and a whole town can be pulled along with the wind of fear.”

“I shot through my twenties like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination: Nowhere.”

“Happy as a threaded needle”