It is as if one by one, the memories you used to harbor decided to retire to the Southern Hemisphere of the brain.

Until recently, I thought 'occasional poetry' meant that you wrote only occasionally.

There are just long gaps where I can't find a point of insertion, I can't find a good opening line, I can't find a mood that I want to write into. But once I do, once a line falls out of the air, or I get a little inkling of a subject and I recognize that, it's like the sense that a game has started.

Listeners are kind of ambushed... if a poem just happens to be said when they're listening to the radio. The listener doesn't have time to deploy what I call their 'poetry deflector shields' that were installed in high school - there's little time to resist the poem.

So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.

I see woefully obscure poetry as simply a kind of verbal rudeness.

The first line is the DNA of the poem; the rest of the poem is constructed out of that first line. A lot of it has to do with tone because tone is the key signature for the poem. The basis of trust for a reader used to be meter and end-rhyme.