The fact is, the media never gets off the interstate unless there's a major explosion.

As an English major I was familiar with the stories of dozens of writers trying to get their work done among the multifarious diversions of the world and the hurdles of their own vices. A professor had said that what saved writers is that they, like politicians, had the illusion of destiny that allowed them to overcome obstacles no matter how nominal their work.

I should add that I very much enjoy certain cities especially Paris, New York and Chicago.

Wherever we go we do harm, forgiving ourselves as wheels do cement for wearing each other out. We set this house on fire, forgetting that we live within. (from "To a Meadowlark," for M.L. Smoker)

So when I made some money, I didn't have any idea how one handled such a situation because no one in our family ever had any money.

I've never felt influenced by Ernest Hemingway though I suppose there is something inevitable there.

A poet must discover that it’s his own story that is true, even if the truth is small indeed.