I'm Afraid We Live At The Mercy

I'm Afraid We Live At The Mercy Of A Power, Maybe A God, Without Mercy. And Yet We Find It, As I Have, From Others.

I Write What's Given Me To Write.

You Have Begun To Separate The Dark From The Dark.

My Father Died When I Was Five, But I Grew Up In A Strong Family.

My Sense Of A Poem - My Notion Of How You Revise - Is: You Get Yourself Into A State Where What You Are Intensely Conscious Of Is Not Why You Wrote It Or How You Wrote It, But What You Wrote.