"When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles, nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching my ripped arms, thinking of nothing, cramming the black honey of summer into my mouth; all day my body accepts what it is." August, page 3

"But instead I took it out into the field and opened the earth and put it back saying, it was real, saying, life is infinitely inventive, saying, what other amazements lie in the dark seed of the earth, yes, I think I did right to go out alone and give it back peacefully, and cover the place with the reckless blossoms of weeds." The Kitten, page 6

"each bolt a burning river tearing like escape through the dark field of the other." Lightning, page 8

"You are the pine god who never speaks but holds the keys to everything while they fly morning...