I Stared Up At The Ebbing Quarter

You Know How Sometimes You Just Have A Memory Of Looking Up And Seeing A Face Looking Over Your Crib And Then Remember Nothing Until Tenth Grade? - I Have One Of These Early Memories Where I'm In The Back Of My Parents' Car, A Place I Loved To Spend A Lot Of Time As An Only Child, Not Having To Fight With Venomous Siblings Over The Only Toy.

I Think More Influential Than Emily Dickinson Or Coleridge Or Wordsworth On My Imagination Were Warner Brothers, Merrie Melodies And Looney Tunes Cartoons.

…balancing The Wish To Be Lost With The Need To Be Found.

Form Is Any Aspect Of A Poem That Encourages It To Stay Whole And Not Drift Off Into Chaos.

But Some Nights, I Must Tell You, I Go Down There After Everyone Has Fallen Asleep. I Swim Back And Forth In The Echoing Blackness. I Sing A Love Song As Well As I Can, Lost For A While In The Home Of The Rain.