“she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away”

“i laced my shoes with sorrowand walked a weary roaddead end streetsdon't come undonewith double knots wing tipped shoesthat walk on airthrough vacant lots”

“i am like a survivorof the floodwalking through the streetsdrenched withGodsurprised that all of the drowned victimsare still walking and talking”

“she kissed as if she, alone, could forge the signature of the sun”

“My father's a preacher, my mother's a teacher, thus . . . I rhyme.”

“My love is my soul's imagination... how do I love you... imagine.”

“We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness. We trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very moment. We know that the heart is the philosopher's stone. Our music is our alchemy.”