No One Can Write Like Vallejo And

Now I Must Wait And Be Still And Say Nothing I Don't Know, Nothing I Haven't Lived Over And Over, And That's Everything.

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.

But Most Commonly, It's One Poem That I Work On With A Lot Of Intensity.

How Weightless/ Words Are When Nothing Will Do.

I Have A Sense That Many Americans, Especially Those Like Me With European Or Foreign Parents, Feel They Have To Invent Their Families Just As They Have To Invent Themselves.