I've written some poems that are in the middle ground - who are in between very challenging and abundantly clear, but there's a tremendous investment in the challenging poem, and it's been going on so long that the whole infrastructure supporting it, a lot of critics and theorists and so on are deeply invested in maintaining that status.

Turtle has just one plan at a time, and every cell buys into it.

One movement that I find interesting - this is not a movement in poetry necessarily, but there's a movement on a lot of campuses now called eco - criticism. It's a body of theory based on how nature is treated in literary works. That sort of interests me.

When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right.

a happy birthday this evening, I sat by an open window and read till the light was gone and the book was no more than a part of the darkness. I could easily have switched on a lamp, but I wanted to ride the day down into night, to sit alone, and smooth the unreadable page with the pale gray ghost of my hand

All night, this soft rain from The distant past. No wonder I sometimes Waken as a child.

This evening, I sat by an open window and read till the light was gone and the book was no more than a part of the darkness.