In a dream you are never eighty.
Poetry to me is prayer.
One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.
Writers are such phonies: they sometimes have wise insights but they don't live by them at all. That's what writers are like...you think they know something, but usually they are just messes.
It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot.