When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been.

Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light.

The number of people writing poems is vast, and their reasons for doing so are many, that much can be surmised from the stacks of submissions.

The burial of feelings has begun.

And at least in poetry you should feel free to lie. That is, not to lie, but to imagine what you want, to follow the direction of the poem.

From the reader's view, a poem is more demanding than prose.

For some of us, the less said about the way we do things the better.