Writing Is A Delicious Agony.

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

A Poem Doesn't Do Everything For You. You Are Supposed To Go On With Your Thinking. You Are Supposed To Enrich The Other Person's Poem With Your Extensions, Your Uniquely Personal Understandings, Thus Making The Poem Serve You.

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

The Poetry Is Myself.

Each Body Has Its Art.