Even after the mothering dropped because my son grew up, the writing - the muse - was always the third wheel, the lowest on the priority list.

Breath and brevity are sisters; the long-winded is an enemy who muffles your heartbeat.

In the poem "C," the crows are associated with cancer, because I had suffered a cancer scare.

As I grew older - and even when I was younger - it had puzzled me why I continued and continue to be heterosexual.

The crows live in the world like you do. They are part of nature.

The poem is not a physical body. It's a textual body that has life only insofar as it can act symbolically. It cannot physically act.

The city and nature, the built stone and the found stone, concrete and slate, poetry addresses them all democratically.