I feel like I'm drowning. Every night, I'm carrying home loads of things to read but I'm too exhausted. I keep clipping things and Xeroxing them and planning to read them eventually, but I just end up throwing it all away and feeling guilty.

Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

I decided I would go to Chicago and try my luck as a writer after those eight months as a fireman.

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

Nothing happens unless first we dream.