Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.

I am tired of loving a foreign muse.

I do think that the kind of writing that I do will always be around and printed in books, magazines, and now blogs.

I tried to think of my knowledge, but it was a squirrel's heap of winter nuts. There was no strength in my knowledge any more and I felt small and naked as a new-hatched bird.

When I was in graduate school, my thesis included both poetry and essays. Influenced by the personal essays of James Baldwin and Norman Mailer, I loved the form, but pretty much stopped.

I died in my boots like a pioneer With the whole wide sky above me.

There's nothing compared to the history of writing about the city of New York that you get, say, in Charles Reznikoff.