When People Ask Me How To Find

There Are People Who Live Inside Their Heads And Their Intellects. It's Something One Is Born With And Stuck With. It's Not Something You Make A Decision About.

Poetry: Three Mismatched Shoes At The Entrance Of A Dark Alley.

A Poem Is An Instant Of Lucidity In Which The Entire Organism Participates.

He Who Cannot Howl Will Not Find His Pack.

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.