I Am Often Asked Why I Write,

Things Can Harden Meaningfully In The Moment Of Indecision

I Think That In The Process Of Writing, All Kinds Of Unexpected Things Happen That Shift The Poet Away From His Plan And That These Accidents Are Really What We Mean When We Talk About Poetry.

The First Year Was Like Icing. Then The Cake Started To Show Through.

To The Poet As A Basement Quilt, But Perhaps To Some Reader A Latticework Of Regrets.

I Often Wonder If I Am Suffering From Some Mental Dysfunction Because Of How Weird And Baffling My Poetry Seems To So Many People And Sometimes To Me Too.