The Ego's Blocking The Light From Coming.

I Lose Things. I Write Things And They Disappear From My Desk, My Life. I Move A Lot. I Wanted To Gather Them And Put Them Under One Roof, Under One Cover, So I Could Document My Life In A Series Of Snapshots.

Write About What Makes You Different.

"you're Next, After The Feather Dancers." And You Had To Get Their Attention, Because Otherwise People Would Go, "oh, A Poet." You Really Have To Learn.

Being On A Highway, All That Speed And Aggression, Is Very Terrifying To Me.

I Believe Love Is Always Eternal. Even If Eternity Is Only Five Minutes.