Now I must wait and be still and say nothing I don't know, nothing I haven't lived over and over, and that's everything.

I find you in these tears, few, useless and here at last. Don't come back.

You have begun to separate the dark from the dark.

Meet some people who care about poetry the way you do. You'll have that readership. Keep going until you know you're doing work that's worthy. And then see what happens. That's my advice.

How weightless/ words are when nothing will do.

Back then, I couldn't have left a poem a year and gone back to it.

I was very lucky to have a mother who encouraged me to become a poet.