How to stay with this painful stirring? In Freud, the artist always did this best, somehow working at the limit of repression ...
What confuses me so much about those who have prescriptions for how to write is that they assume all humans experience the world the same way.” ...
of Sedona, Arizona, with a blank book for poems. Didn't we emerge from the same prehistoric egg amid sparks of jet & obsidian embedded in the hills of Montmartre? "Only Negroes can excite Paris." ...
It was a hot day in June.
Through the gilt palm fronds of rue Messaline.