Maybe it's what we don't say/that saves us.

I feel deep gratitude for the life poetry has allowed me to live. I know the life I could have lived without it. Both on the physical plain, and the soul plain. Poetry helps us endure.

We with my husband [Joseph Millar] are often the first reader for one another's work, and we often also have the last word. We trust each other. We have our past working life in common, our recombined families, as well as our life as teachers, and we read much of the same literature and have similar esthetics, so there's a simpatico there. But we do disagree and that can be fruitful, even if it's not so great in the moment.

Maybe it's what we don't say/that saves us.

I'm not the only person in the world who is suffering. I'm trying to talk to the world, responding to those voices.

W.S Merwin says "after three days of rain" and I write "After Twelve Days of Rain." I like his quietude. I admire his ability to be simple without being simplistic.

When you have worked with people all day who have so little and struggle to make it stretch, who live outside the rarefied, you are humbled.