I wanted many of the poems to have long legs. At first I was calling them clothespin poems, before I knew what I was doing. The lines seem pulled on either end, tight and taut against the wind.

That's what interests me in poetry. That withholding, that white space, the pressure, and my long-term faith in violent concision, is still with me.

I want a poem which is made of compression, passion, precision, symmetry, & disruption.

Every thing is changing every minute.

I wanted many of the poems to have long legs. At first I was calling them clothespin poems, before I knew what I was doing. The lines seem pulled on either end, tight and taut against the wind.

I came to poetry because I felt I couldn't live properly in the real world.

Confession may well be a dirty word in poetry.