Where Joy In An Old

I Feel More Alive When I'm Writing Than I Do At Any Other Time--except Maybe When I'm Making Love.

[in Old Age] There Is A Childlike Innocence, Often, That Has Nothing To Do With The Childishness Of Senility. The Moments Become Precious . . .

Read Between The Lines.then Meet Me In The Silence If You Can.

I Want Feelings To Be Expressed, To Be Open, To Be Natural, Not To Be Looked On As Strange. It's Not Weird If You Feel Deeply.

Poetry Finds Its Perilous Equilibrium Somewhere Between Music And Speech.