Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.
I've always thought of myself as a reporter.
There are no magics or elves / Or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must / Wizard a track through our own screaming weed.
I am interested in telling my particular truth as I have seen it.
We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.
I tell poets that when a line just floats into your head, don't pay attention 'cause it probably has floated into somebody else's head.