Words - as I speak or write them - make a path on which I walk.
Poetry saves what is human in this world going gaudy & insane. In exploring small truths, something larger might turn up, adding dimension, insight, vision, recognition to our lives. We just might be more complete, more aware after a poem.
Who creates unless he has a vacuum to fill?
20th century poetry is a piñata. Images break from the earth when the poet strikes it.
Poetry uses the hub of a torque converter for a jello mold.
It is easier to gnaw through bone. Than the hide of the heart.