Kaela Craven

"Incantations, spells, rituals, what are they? They're poems. So what's a poet? He's a Shaman."

"She died laughing. She died in ecstasy. She died with her eyes wide open."

Well, if I had to do it all over again, Babe, I'd do it all over you."

"They came with their umbilical cords in hand, looking for somewhere to plug them in."

"Flowers leave some of their fragrance on the hands that bestow them."

"All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. To be natural is to be obvious, and to be obvious is to be inartistic."

"Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter."

"We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. "

"Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah."