The storm: I close my eyes and, standing in it, try to make it mine.

A poem is a private story, after all, no matter how apparently public. The reader is always overhearing a confession.

Water is a miracle - it takes so many forms - is the core of life - is holy. So it becomes important to pay utmost attention to the holiness which is this planet's life - blood, which we are destroying. I always look for it in a poem. I honor it. I pay it mind.

There are moments in our lives which, threaded, give us heaven—

I think I am probably in love with silence, that other world. And that I write, in some way, to negotiate seriously with it.

It's very hard to look in a mirror and see anything which resembles what one feels one's self to be. I think that discomfort, that dislocation, disintegration - that raw lack of feeling whole - that dysmorphia - is a very good place, in this moment, to hunt for the kind of experience which really requires the means of poetry to be grasped or felt.

The storm: I close my eyes and, standing in it, try to make it mine.