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

To build is to dwell.

God serves the choosy. They know what to want.

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.

Can it be I am the only Jew residing in Danville, Kentuchy, looking for matzoh in the Safeway and the A & P?

Nature is a catchment of sorrows.

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