"He is in short, a poet, and a good one. The world he inhabits is a geographically, politically and emotionally extensive one in which he is entirely comfortable in his own skin, and therefore able to register the surrounding phenomena exactly." - Michael Fournier, Hiram Poetry Review
I am the age they were when I first admired them, and they lured me into this life of loneliness and sky. I look at their old tired faces now and see the traces of despondency and madness, look in the mirror and see the developing traces of my own. It might almost be a noble life.
- The poets, pg. 13
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I spent years looking for your eyes. So strange to declare that, like confessing to a lifetime of secret cannibalism.
Everywhere I went I was looking for eyes that would look back at me just like that.
- Love poem, pg. 40
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I live in the quietness of a deep solitude.
It is lonelier here than I ever imagined,
ever feared. The commonplace terror is often
the one that gets you.
- The commonplace, pg. 52
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I read Creeley and he ruins my poetry.
This has been going on for 30 years now.
- Recurrence, pg. 69
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We know it's not nothingness that surrounds us, that a somethingness obtains. When we suffer loss we know the lost has gone back into the boundless. And that everyone lost waits for us there.