“What does your poetry mean?” asks another well-meaning reader. I stumble for a response, consider how much to say, how any answer misleads.
Mine is a poetry of breath and pulse, of blood and bone in a spiral with presence. In return, I may ask, “What does your body mean? What does a symphony mean? When we peer into the night, what meaning is there in the countless stars?”
My answer will fall short because Continue reading
One of my ongoing favorite quotes comes from a James Joyce short story, “A Painful Case.” The first line reads, “Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.” I place Continue reading