If Youth Is A Defect,

But Sometimes Everything I Write With The Threadbare Art Of My Eye Seems A Snapshot

If Youth Is A Defect, It Is One We Outgrow Too Soon.

Their Monument Sticks Like A Fishbone In The City's Throat.

I Will Catch Christ With A Greased Worm, And When The Prince Of Darkness Stalks My Bloodstream To Its Stygian Term . . . On Water The Man-fisher Walks.

I'm Sure That Writing Isn't A Craft, That Is, Something For Which You Learn The Skills And Go On Turning Out. It Must Come From Some Deep Impulse, Deep Inspiration. That Can't Be Taught, It Can't Be What You Use In Teaching.