That’s my prescription for a happy marriage – marry someone who doesn’t do anything similar to what you do.
There is an extraordinary degree of amity among Washington poets. They hang together. You would be hard pressed to find that in Manhattan.
I have a vast ‘bone pile’ of stillborn or abandoned poems along with jottings and wisps from the great beyond that I tend to scan. Sometimes that leads somewhere, and sometimes the Muse is just on sabbatical.
I was a very, I think, lonely kid, very introspective. I felt very much at odds with my environment and my culture… Probably a genetic flaw. I can’t really explain it.