When I Stop Becoming, That's

A Moment Of Something Between Acceptance And Resignation Of One's Smallness In The World.

Exaggerated Sunsets / Splashed With Rain, Odd Collisions / Of Roots, Animals, Seeds. / I Didn't Like A Thing I Saw, / So Much Effort To Be Strange.

There's A Certain Pleasure In Violating The Strictures Of Your Education. The Trick Is, If You're Going To Explore Ideas In A Poem, To Be Suspicious Of Ideas And Suspicious Of Your Own Mind At The Same Time. It's Often A Matter Of Orchestration And Pacing. Of Shaping Some Kind Of Dialectic Flow.

All Good Poems Are Victories Over Something.

There Are Always The Simple Events Of Your Life That You Might Try To Convert Into Legend.