writes: I live in Charlotte with my wife and two dachshunds; my first novel is
creeping toward its inevitable end; and so is my MFA degree at USC-Columbia, where I had
the privilege of studying poetry with the (still I think) irrepressible James Dickey.
With my degree in hand, I hope to teach creative writing, somewhere, anywhere, someday.
think poems should speak for themselves, but since they don't always do that,
let me say that when I equate people and ants and dogs and spiders, a few people have thought
I meant therefore that everything was equally meaningless, when my basic premise
actually is that everything is equally holy.
On Sunday in Spring Waiting for the Service to Be Over
A Conversation on the Subject of Mortality with My Uncle in a Small Boat Off Cape Cod, 1994
Still Life II
Crossing Phillip's Pond While Contemplating the Time Remaining to Us in This Life