Poetry Is Language In Orbit.

No Bit Of The Natural World Is More Valuable Or More Vulnerable Than The Tree Bit. Nothing Is More Like Ourselves, Standing Upright, Caught Between Heaven And Earth, Frail At The Extremities, Yet Strong At The Central Trunk, And Nothing Is Closer To Us At The Beginning And At The End, Providing The Timber Boards That Frame Both The Cradle And The Coffin.

Memory Has Always Been Fundamental For Me. In Fact, Remembering What I Had Forgotten Is The Way Most Of The Poems Get Started.

Two Buckets Were Easier Carried Than One. / I Grew Up In Between.

The Gift Of Writing Is To Be Self-forgetful...

The Thing About Writing Is That If You Have The Impulse, You Will Find The Time.