I am interested in telling my particular truth as I have seen it.
Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come again in this identical guise.
Life for my child is simple, and is good.
Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home.
With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.
When I start writing a poem, I don't think about models or about what anybody else in the world has done.