Writing often reveals us to ourselves, lets us name what’s important to us and what has been silent or silenced inside us.

Her eye and my ‘I’: Her gazing Creates me.

I want to study The book of the world: Every vanishing page.

When you’re a young poet, reading is a search for your lost family.

To me, poetry is about survival first of all. Survival of the individual self, survival of the emotional life.

With “poets dead and gone” as Keats says in “Mermaid Tavern” they are alive and talking to us and us to them.

Another way of saying “put it in the Book” would be that each poem we write pops up in the city of poetry, where anyone can visit it. Just as we visit the poems written before us. Go to Dickinson’s house, or Li Po’s or whomever we think has something to say to us that might help or be beautiful.

If we’re not supposed to dance, Why all this music?

I was born with a knife in one hand and a wound in the other.

Beauty is like life itself: a dawn mist the sun burns off. It gives no peace, no rest.