Everyone Is So Different. I

I Wish I Wrote More About The World At More Distance From Myself.

I Was A Late Bloomer. But Anyone Who Blooms At All, Ever, Is Very Lucky.

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.

Seeing Yourself As Responsible For The Quality Of Your Relationship, As A Prime Mover In Your Life, I Think Is A Bold, Amazing Step.

I Have Learned To Get Pleasure From Speaking Of Pain