Like the sand and the oyster, it's a creative irritant. In each poem, I'm trying to reveal a truth, so it can't have a fictional beginning.
I write quite a lot of sonnets, and I think of them almost as prayers: short and memorable, something you can recite.
What will you do now with the gift of your left life?
I am always pleased to be asked to write a poem.
How would you prepare to die on a perfect April evening?
Poets deal in writing about feelings and trying to find the language and images for intense feelings.