So I Did Quit Coffee And I

Poems Come From Ordinary Experiences And Objects, I Think. Out Of Memory - A Dress I Lent My Daughter On Her Way Back To College; A Newspaper Photograph Of War; A Breast Self-exam; The Tooth Fairy; Calvinist Parents Who Beat Up Their Children; A Gesture Of Love; Seeing Oneself Naked Over Age 50 In A Set Of Bright Hotel Bathroom Mirrors.

I Didn't Have Time To Sit Down And Look At The Work Of A Year And Choose What To Type.

I Have Learned To Get Pleasure From Speaking Of Pain

We're All Taking On Too Much, We're All Asking Too Much Of Ourselves. We're All Wishing We Could Do More, And Therefore Just Doing More.

Who Wants To Put Together Something That Will Bear Some Relationship To The Vision Or Memory Or Experience Or Story Or Idea Or Dream Or Whatever.