He's a man of immense artistic talents masquerading as a down-home boy.

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And what was there over against that? The marriages of two of my sons, and Paul's new life as a young priest. Then the arrival of grandchildren, ... serving me imaginary tea.

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I walked home to my apartment to find my wife sitting before our small black and white TV, in tears. Confused images on the screen - a caravan, a sniper or snipers...Then Walter Cronkite removing his glasses to announce that the President was dead.

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I think Barry is a good foil for my poems. He's dark, gritty, unrelenting, but a real searcher too. A veritable Kierkegaardian figure, one of the most devout agnostics (his word) I know.

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Lyric poetry is by its very nature elegiac - we write about what in fact is already slipping away from us.

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