Tenderness and Rot Tenderness and rot share a border. And rot is an aggressive neighbor whose iridescence keeps creeping over. No lessons can be draw….

I simply want to celebrate the fact that right near your home, year in and year out, a community college is quietly - and with very little financial ….

The satisfactions/of agreement are/immediate as sugar--/a melting of the/granular, a syrup/that lingers, shared/not singular./Many prefer it..

CROWN Too much rain loosens trees. In the hills giant oaks fall upon their knees. You can touch parts you have no right to— places only birds should ….

If we have not struggled/as hard as we can/at our strongest/how will we sense/the shape of our losses/or know what sustains/us longest or name/what c….

A too closely watched flower/blossoms the wrong color./Excess attention to the jonquil/turns it gentian. Flowers/need it tranquil to get/their hues r….

The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection..

It seems like many people think that if you drive yourself crazy, then you can write. I’m absolutely not interested in that. It made sense to me to b….

Forgetting takes space./Forgotten matters displace/as much anything else as/anything else. We must/skirt unlabeled crates/as thought it made sense/an….

It's important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that's all we have..

BAIT GOAT There is a distance where magnets pull, we feel, having held them back. Likewise there is a distance where words attract. Set one out like ….

As for reality, I don't even have any interest in that word..

Failure: the renewable resource..

I don't think any poetry is written that isn't primarily written to the self, in a way... I'm always talking to myself. But I seem to want somebody e….

Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable. A place with its own harvest..

A lot of the job that one has to do as a writer is to protect the thing that doesn't match the world..

Small presses take chances. Chances are at the heart of all the literature we later know as great..

It isn't ever delicate to live..

I have tried to live very quietly, so I could be happy..

What keeps me writing is that I can only know through writing. My major sense organ is apparently a pencil..

Gaps don't/just happen./There is a/generative element/inside them,/a welling motion/ as when cold/waters shoulder/up through/warmer oceans./And where….