No Man Can Give Me Any Word

We Are Each Other's Harvest; We Are Each Other's Business; We Are Each Other's Magnitude And Bond.

There Are No Magics Or Elves / Or Timely Godmothers To Guide Us. We Are Lost, Must / Wizard A Track Through Our Own Screaming Weed.

I Like The Concentration, The Crush; I Like Working With Language, As Others Like Working With Clay, Or Notes.

I Tell Poets That When A Line Just Floats Into Your Head, Don't Pay Attention 'cause It Probably Has Floated Into Somebody Else's Head.

When I Start Writing A Poem, I Don't Think About Models Or About What Anybody Else In The World Has Done.