Can it be that even as one grows to fit the space one lives in, one cannot grow until there's space to grow?

The poetry that sustains me is when I feel that, for a minute, the clouds have parted and I've seen ecstasy or something

I prefer to explore the most intimate moments, the smaller, crystallized details we all hinge our lives on.

What is ironic is that Allen Ginsberg's importance was in its twilight for so many years that it took his death to bring it to the front page. He electrified an entire world!

I'm never quite sure how the poem is going to resolve itself and that I'm always in some way surprised. I make a discovery in a poem as I write it.

The joy of working at something to find out what it means to me is what I grew up with.

I think that you certainly don't have to be aged and travel the world to write a poem.