The moment you arrive We are in our universe, A universe of jubilant rendezvous, And when you leave, what then? What result do I crave? What do I want you To take with you? Your life, I want you to know, is a form of art. Your pen connects Your brain to your hands And…

There are 8 billion sets of ears. Anybody listening to this eye-witness report, to these buried dreamscapes? 8 billion voices clamoring toward possibility… probably… alone and mute for the most part. Only a community can break through, like playing penny ante poker with your family at the kitchen table, ordinary and perfect, nothing special.

Writing Through Fear: Villanelles and Escapes When you are afeard, write something weird, perhaps a villanelle, or retreat into a world that has no content but itself, something and nothing, both and neither, dancing with feet and without on waters quick and still. Not with some mania for novelty, or worse, enduring and reiterating every…