Basically when I'm walking I'm not consciously writing or intending anything. In the manner I have learned from meditation practice, I let things unfold.

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've been reading a lot lately about Indian captives. One woman who had been captured by the Indians and made a squaw was resentful when she was rescued because she'd found that there was a lot more work to do as the wife of a white man.

We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

Honesty is as rare as a man without self-pity.

When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes.

Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you might die of the truth.