You've read some of the poems in this new unpublished book [Walker's Alphabet], e.g., the poem "C." I have a number of poems whose titles are letters of the alphabet: A, B, C, D, E, F.

It's why muse is so impatient with me. I don't ever go to her until after the teaching or whatever is over.

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

Wouldn't that be wonderful if I could do that? And that way, I could walk with the muse, rather than walk without her. The novel would write itself.

I'm not sure why my muse is female, except when I am deliberately playing against that figure.

When I write, I put aside the heterosexual world to admit a muse that is a woman-loving-woman female.

I want, I want, I want! We never grow out of it somehow. Unless we become Buddhists, maybe.