In their effort to divorce language and experience, deconstructionist critics remind me of middle-class parents who do not allow their children to play in the street.
When people ask me how to find happiness in life I tell them, First learn how to cook.
Poems are other people's snapshots in which we see our own lives.
Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.
If the sky falls they shall have clouds for supper.
I'm not a stickler for truth. To me, lying in poetry is much more fun. I'm against lying in life, in principle, in any other activity except poetry.