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

And what does it matter when light enters the room where a child sleeps and the waking mother, opening her eyes, wishes more than anything to be unwakened by what she cannot name?

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

I feel that anything is possible in a poem.

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.

There's a certain point, when you're writing autobiographical stuff, where you don't want to misrepresent yourself. It would be dishonest.

A great many people seem to think writing poetry is worthwhile, even though it pays next to nothing and is not as widely read as it should be.