...and nostalgia swept through Jimmy like a sudden hunger.

The genesis of a poem for me is usually a cluster of words. The only good metaphor I can think of is a scientific one: dipping a thread into a supersaturated solution to induce crystal formation. I don't think I solve problems in my poetry; I think I uncover the problems.

You quickly find, when you are a hand-reader as I am, that nothing interests people so much as themselves.

Madness is only an amplification of what you already are.

Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.

Being edited is like falling face down into a threshing machine.

Show me a character totally without anxieties and I will show you a boring book.