Poetry: Three Mismatched Shoes At The Entrance

Wanted: A Needle Swift Enough To Sew This Poem Into A Blanket.

The World Is Beautiful But Not Sayable. That's Why We Need Art.

In Their Effort To Divorce Language And Experience, Deconstructionist Critics Remind Me Of Middle-class Parents Who Do Not Allow Their Children To Play In The Street.

The Poem I Want To Write Is Impossible. A Stone That Floats.

We Name One Thing And Then Another. That’s How Time Enters Poetry. Space, On The Other Hand, Comes Into Being Through The Attention We Pay To Each Word. The More Intense Our Attention, The More Space, And There’s A Lot Of Space Inside Words.