Between earth and earth's atmosphere, the amount of water remains constant; there is never a drop more, never a drop less. This is a story of circula… - Linda Hogan

The infant Thomas W. Just was born on July 2, 1947, to much happiness and many pictures of his mother smiling down at him. It was the day just before the octopus left the water, walked on all eight legs across land and into Seal Cave. Sometimes young people made love in that cave. Sometimes boys escaped school and smoked cigarettes there.
But on this day, the day after Thomas was born, the octopus walked out of the sea and they watched it...

Whatever it is that people believe about the lives of writers only applies to writers who have great incomes, I believe.

The poetry writing was very important to me. It was a way of trying to define who I was in an environment that felt foreign. I realize now that writing had everything to do with my life and my survival.