“we that were wood when that wide wood was in a physical Universe playing with words bark be my limbs my hair be leaf Bride be my bow my lyre my quiver ”
“The woods were my Ritalin. Nature calmed me, focused me, and yet excited my senses.”
“I am the wood frame, the bundle of ox hair, and the creative spark... my value unhangable.”
“Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.”
“Seated alone by shadowy bamboos,I strum my lyre and laugh aloud;None know that I am here, deep in the woods;Only the bright moon comes to shine on me.”
“Exactly," He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "Sometimes we help ourselves, and sometimes we get help from ghosts in the woods and bampots in BMWs.”