Power: a currency that never went out of style.

It started 25 years ago, when I was teaching elementary school in a small town in Missouri

Poets are the mad midwives to reality. They see not what is, nor what can be, but what must become.

Stupidity has a price and it always gets paid.

Words are the only bullets in truth's bandolier. And poets are the snipers.

Life is brutal that way ... the loss of irrecoverable moments amid trivia and distraction.

The never-ending competition between writers hasn't changed between 1868 and 2000. I used to belong to writers' workshops with other professionals, but that becomes impossible after a while. Everyone's on a different step of the career ladder. Jealousy doesn't have to erupt into murder and burying someone in Wells Cathedral, but it is always there.