Poetry Is A Sort Of Homecoming.

Black Milk Of Daybreak We Drink It At Sundown.

Read! Read All The Time, The Understanding Will Come By Itself.

I Went With My Very Being Toward Language.

Only Truthful Hands Write True Poems. I Cannot See Any Basic Difference Between A Handshake And A Poem.

Each Arrow You Shoot Off Carries Its Own Target Into The Decidedly Secret Tangle