Poetry - Poiesis Means A

We Humans Seem Disastrously In Love With This Thing (whatever It Is) That Glitters On The Earth-- We Call It Life.

Maybe I Could Have Been Good As A Drawer If I Had Done It As Much As I Did Writing, But It's More Scary To Draw. It's More Revealing. You Can't Disguise Yourself In Drawing.

We're Talking About The Struggle To Drag A Thought Over From The Mush Of The Unconscious Into Some Kind Of Grammar, Syntax, Human Sense; Every Attempt Means Starting Over With Language. Starting Over With Accuracy.

When I Desire You A Part Of Me Is Gone.

You Remember Too Much," My Mother Said To Me Recently. "why Hold Onto All That?" And I Said, "where Can I Put It Down?