If two New Hampshiremen aren't a match for the devil, we might as well give the country back to the Indians.

Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.

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

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 have fallen in love with American names, the sharp, gaunt names that never get fat.

If two New Hampshiremen aren't a match for the devil, we might as well give the country back to the Indians.

American Muse, whose strong and diverse heart So many men have tried to understand But only made it smaller with their art, Because you are as various as your land.