To begin with, I wanted that truth to life to possess a concrete reliability, and rejoiced most when the poem seemed most direct, an upfront representation of the world it stood in for or stood up for or stood its ground against.

Publication is rather like pushing the boat out; then the boat/book turns into a melting ice floe and you have to conjure a second boat which again turns into a melting floe under your feet. All the stepping stones that you conjure disappear under the water behind you.

My body was braille for the creeping influences.

Im a firm believer in learning by heart.

I drink to keep body and soul apart.

I have begun to think of life as a series of ripples widening out from an original center.

The next move is always the test.