Concrete breathes sun's heat.

It’s cool when fashion recycles itself, it’s not cool when sustainable living does because it means there was (and is as I write) a period of absolute and possibly irreversible destruction.

A poet could kill the dead.

We were of thirteen minds, like a tree, in which there is one Red-tail and eleven squirrel parts.

Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork.

Giving up is always an option, but not always a failure.