We are, each of us, our own prisoner. We are locked up in our own story.

Sometimes tradition is a way of keeping going.

Meanwhile let us cast one shadow in air and water.

I'm going home the old way with a light hand on the reins making the long approach.

The tougher the form the easier it is for me to handle the poem, because the form gives permission to be very gut honest about feelings.

I didn't write my poems because I wanted to, they were wrung from me. I had to write them.

Cherish your wilderness.