As Humans We Look At Things And

One Joins The Movement In A Valueless World, Choosing It, Till Both Hurler And The Hurled, One Moves As Well, Always Toward, Toward.

My Old Teacher's Definition Of Poetry Is An Attempt To Understand.

Deep Feeling Doesn't Make For Good Poetry. A Way With Language Would Be A Bit Of Help.

Many Of My Poems Are Not Sexual.

I Haven't Written Anything In Four Years. I'm Sort Of Dried Up.