All art points to others with whom the writer argues about what is . . . He must have models with which to agree . . . or outright oppose . . . for Nature seems to remain silence.

I found my way to make my peace with the recent past by turning it into WORD.

All art points to others with whom the writer argues about what is . . . He must have models with which to agree . . . or outright oppose . . . for Nature seems to remain silence.

Writing is my refuge. It's where I go. It's where I find that integrity I have.

My writing is a lens into the possibilities of the American experience.