“...art is weaker than life - in the end I have a bag of letters to scrabble into order - rune tiles to cast my fate...”

“...my writing is a wild mustang - more thunderous than a lightning storm -and all my skill which I call art, is devoted to simply staying on...”

“...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...”

“...I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art...”

“...you called me poet-priest - I am. ...devoted to my art, faithful to you...or, is the other way around?...”

“...words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ...”

“...I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe...”