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

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

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.

Where mathematics and spirit join, where proof of the existence of mystery-salvific mystery-shimmers just below the surfaces of human perception, experience and the linguistic veil itself, Killarney Clary's new book-her best to date-dwells, plumbs, persuades and thrills.

The way things work / is that eventually / something catches.

The primary function of the creative use of language - in our age - is to try to constantly restore words to their meanings, to keep the living tissue of responsibility alive.