throwing out my brother’s autograph book from grammar school
How I Write
I write with the tips of my fingers, extended through each digit from crackling knuckle, out from the wrist and down from the elbow, the shoulder, the neck and then the rotting brain, the brain, the mysterious box of rain that I can’t explain further.
Email on Wildlife in Queens
One night I opened the back door and saw a possum wandering through my yard in a relaxed manner.
Word Banks
I hit upon the idea, derived from a phrase of James Merrill's, that I should pay attention to those writers that had the greatest deposits in their word banks.
On relations, the art of paying attention, and reading world literature
If you ignore the world...
What I Care About on Litbreak
Caring about something...not caring about everything...because there has to be a limit...or I'd go crazy. So on this site, I care about the ability to write. But stop to consider - what a great and rare thing that ability is.