It Was As If Pain Were A

He Thinks Of That Ocean House And Wishes He Were Back In His Former Life Or That One Could Take One Moment And Remain Inside It Like An Egg Inside Its Shell, Instead Of Constantly Being Hurried Into The Future By Good Luck Or Bad.

There's A Welsh Poet, R.s. Thomas. He Was A Very Crotchety, Strange Man, But His Poems Are Wonderful. He Was Nominated For The Nobel In The 1990s But Never Won.

Love Doesn't Need A Reason. Hate Needs A Reason.

My Poems Always Begin With A Metaphor, But My Way Into The Metaphor May Be A Word, An Image, Even A Sound. And I Rarely Know The Nature Of The Metaphor When I Begin To Write, But There Is An Attentiveness That A Writer Develops, A Sudden Alertness That Is Much Like The Feel Of A Fish Brushing Against A Hook.

Other Than Fiction And Poetry I Tend To Read History.