I Think There Is Something About Coming

With, Or Despite Our Scars, We Stay Alive.

I Don't Think It's By Accident That I Was First Attracted To Translating Two French Women Poets.

I Lived In The Studio Apartment That I Bought For Four Years Before I Bought It In 1989, So I Was Already In It. I Began Living There In 1985, So I've Had The Same Address And Phone Number Since Then.

I Have Experienced Healing Through Other Writers' Poetry, But There's No Way I Can Sit Down To Write In The Hope A Poem Will Have Healing Potential. If I Do, I'll Write A Bad Poem.

I'm Alternatingly Brilliant And Witless-and Sleepless: Bed Is Just A Swamp To Roll In.