I do a lot of readings.

I suppose for whatever reason I actively welcome being put down, something which perhaps goes back to my upbringing - that accusation of not being worthy which could be laid at one's door.

Words want to find chimes with each other, things want to connect.

One will never again look at a birch tree, after the Robert Frost poem, in exactly the same way.

I live in New Jersey now, which always gets a bad rap here and there, but I must say, I enjoy living here too

For whatever reason, people, including very well-educated people or people otherwise interested in reading, do not read poetry

Frost isn’t exactly despised but not enough people have worked out what a brilliant poet he was.