For years I resisted getting a website from too many factors to list here. But foremost among them was the notion that I had not yet found my voice, even though I had published other works. Then I had the great good fortune of traveling and teaching in Turkey and fairly steeping myself in the cultural traditions of Rumi: I'm still recovering. I came back to the states with my whole heart lit on fire. And so my everlasting gratitude to all the gobsmacked ones, Mandelstam, Hafiz, Neruda, Dickinson, and so, so many others: "thou movest me, thou movest me, thou movest me"--and now I am free.