“The children walk away from me, flick flickety off at a tangent between thin blotched beech trunks, then turn like yo-yos at the end of their strings and come back to me" from the poem "In a BishopsWood Clearing”

“grappling with some small understanding of this place, this time, we're in" my poem "In a BishopsWood Clearing”

“I am permitted to travel in the corridor between sky and heather" from the poem "Beyond the Beacon" in TerraAffirmative”

“They come here wanting to be loved, and the boys on the stage receive them" from the poem - STAY in the Book - RidingTheEscalator”

“just a little bit longer, sing: like rain, like sand, like wind in the night, prickling" from the poem - STAY from the book "Riding the Escalator”

“like sunlight under their skins, they want to be loved" from the poem STAY in RidingTheEscalator”

“Even cats have questions – like “Can’t you see my bowl is empty?” or “Why don’t you turn off the ***! rain now?” From their perspective we are gods!”