Reminder
Wednesday, July 28th, 2010When I was alone, poetry comforted me. When I was utterly doomed, poetry saved me. When I was lost, poetry led me home. What more could I possibly ask of art?
Archive for the 'notes' Category
small note
Monday, January 28th, 2008As a reminder, the William Carlos Williams machine is still around. I recently remembered it, and it brought a small bit of delight.
warning
Wednesday, May 1st, 2002Something’s coming. To speak it is to prevent it.
erin go bragh
Sunday, March 17th, 2002So much sunlight in words, in spaces and otherness. I have a head full of tin whistle and metered lines, and snow is in the forecast, and I am lightened and shrivened by the north wind.