Finally, One Just Has To

Life Is Not Orderly. No Matter How We Try To Make Life So, Right In The Middle Of It We Die, Lose A Leg, Fall In Love, Drop A Jar Of Applesauce. In Summer, We Work Hard To Make A Tidy Garden, Bordered By Pansies With Rows Or Clumps Of Columbine, Petunias, Bleeding Hearts. Then We Find Ourselves Longing For The Forest, Where Everything Has The Appearance Of Disorder; Yet We Feel Peaceful There.

Writers End Up Writing About Their Obsessions. Things That Haunt Them; Things They Can’t Forget; Stories They Carry In Their Bodies Waiting To Be Released.

Poems Are Small Moments Of Enlightenment

I Remember A Friend Many Years Ago Who Had Taped A Sign To His Refrigerator: There's A Dream Dreaming Us. If You Try To Think About What That Means It Makes Your Mind Silly, But That Silliness Is Good.

The Things That Make You A Functional Citizen In Society - Manners, Discretion, Cordiality - Don't Necessarily Make You A Good Writer. Writing Needs Raw Truth, Wants Your Suffering And Darkness On The Table, Revels In A Cutting Mind That Takes No Prisoners.