My mother carried on and supported us her ambition had been to write poetry...
Now I think poetry will save nothing from oblivion but I keep writing about...
Meet some people who care about poetry the way you do. You'll have that...
The irony is going to work every day became the subject of probably my best...
I realized poetry's the thing that I can do 'cause I can stick at it and work...
There'll always be working people in my poems because I grew up with them...
Life has loveliness to sell all beautiful and splendid things blue waves whitened on a cliff soaring fire that sways and sings and children's faces looking up holding wonder like a cup.
