The word entered my morning

"It is a poem Tho I write the words, I can take no more credit for a poem than I can make the wind go round & round in a storm I can not hold beauty in form nor make my words into amethyst fingerpr..."

"To feel poetry in the eternity of a moment, the poet must stand gin-mellow before the word & with a lover's hands reach out to find that poem as firm as hips that press forward at a touch-- sens..."

"Poetry was clear as a summer day in November when there had been no rain for twenty days & the secret thoughts the word had ran over all things without shame & it was one of those days when it becom..."

"Writer's Block Joy, committed to memory to be recalled-- memory of you, the word, & a bath in the morning after wine after the art in our relationship had passed & the same sun continued to rise ..."

"To Write a Poem Wanting, always, to write poetry, I ask myself if I am sensuous enough to sit around a fire carving words like spearheads & eating snail darters from a nearby stream, listening to a..."

"I seek the mts I come from mts where the peaks crest above creeks, muddy after rain, clearing on limestone, pooling near Lake Cumberland before rushing over Hay Creek falls. I seek within the mts a ..."