Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist. Pink dragonflies fall from the air and become scorpions scratching blood out of rocks. The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his mother's milk for the very first time. —from poem Blood and Blossoms

I Made My Boy Out of Poetry (ed. Bright Skylark Book Products, 2000) - ISBN: 9780595157655