The stars are filming us for no one.
Between 9am and 3pm is when I work most intensely
Time hates love, wants love poor,/but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.
I have piles of poetry books in the bathroom, on the stairs, everywhere. The only way to write poetry is to read it.
Poets deal in writing about feelings and trying to find the language and images for intense feelings.
I am always pleased to be asked to write a poem.