My writing time needs to surround itself with empty stretches, or at least unpeopled ones, for the writing takes place in an area of suspension as in a hanging nest that is almost entirely encapsulated.

One way of ending the poem is to turn it back on itself, like a serpent with its tail in its mouth.

It is important to act as if bearing witness matters.

Nature is a catchment of sorrows.

Cherish your wilderness.

Sometimes tradition is a way of keeping going.

God serves the choosy. They know what to want.