Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Great Regulars: Life has sucked my belief out

of many things. But in poetry, there faith remains mostly whole. Often my poems hide from me throughout a whole winter. They're hanging out below the ground, groveling with earthworms, but I can’t believe that. My faith in writing falters, until spring calls it back.

from Good Times Weekly: Poetry Corner: Faith, Doubt and Poetry

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