My Father Died When I

The Irony Is, Going To Work Every Day Became The Subject Of Probably My Best Poetry.

You Have To Follow Where The Poem Leads. And It Will Surprise You. It Will Say Things You Didn't Expect To Say. And You Look At The Poem And You Realize, 'that Is Truly What I Felt.' That Is Truly What I Saw.

I Was Very Lucky To Have A Mother Who Encouraged Me To Become A Poet.

I Find You In These Tears, Few, Useless And Here At Last. Don't Come Back.

Back Then, I Couldn't Have Left A Poem A Year And Gone Back To It.