Bill Knott

My heart lives in a bird cage made of bones. Sometimes I think it is not worth all the pain in the world to have this inside my body, to endure being wracked with pain at the tiniest things. But

One of the many things I would like to learn how to do is to write a short poem that would make you feel like it contains the whole universe in it. Advice from the Experts Bill Knott I lay down in the

Another poem, another day. Hair Poem Bill Knott Hair is heaven's water flowing eerily over us Often a someone drifts off down their long hair and is lost