Memory Is, Of Course, A Trickster.

There Is No Technique, There Is Just The Way To Do It. Now, Are We Going To Measure Or Are We Going To Cook?

Any Arbitrary Turning Along The Way And I Would Be Elsewhere; I Would Be Different.

As Travel Pushes Me Forward, Memory Keeps Dragging Me Backward.

I Was Born And Grew Up In Fitzgerald, Way Down In South Georgia. It Was A Mill Town And My Family Ran The Cotton Mill. My Grandfather Was Mayor Many Times And My Family Felt Deeply Rooted To That Spot.

I Would Like The Discovery Of Poetry To Be A Field Guide To The Natural Pleasures Of Language - A Happiness We Were Born To Have.