I have an authority problem.
We all have hometown appetites. Every other person is a bundle of longing for the simplicities of good taste once enjoyed on the farm or in the hometown left behind.
Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where you backbone ought to be.
Beer is the Danish national drink, and the Danish national weakness is another beer.
A tiny radish of passionate scarlet, tipped modestly in white.
The day has the color and the sound of winter. Thoughts turn to chowder. . . chowder breathes reassurance. It steams consolation.
We all have hometown appetites.
I have written about 240 books and some short stories, too. It's taken me many years.
I believe poetry has very little to do with memory.
I start with a comprehensive list of all the recent songs that have been big hits - and then I go down that list and see if I can come up with funny ideas for them. I can always come up with ideas, but not necessarily good ones!
Sometimes you don't know who you can and cannot trust. I still learn that over and over again.