What triggers a poem for me is not the same as what triggers an essay. My mind is geared now to looking for, or to watching out for, the image that attracts my attention or the phrase or the strange… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
“The Estate of Solemnity By right, it reigns in its places- in long beards Of spanish moss hanging from a live oak On a… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
I have thought for many years that the audience any creative writer imagines has a great effect on what gets written. — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
One of the most important differences I see between prose and poetry is the music of the language. — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
“The Congregating of Stars They often meet in mountain lakes, No matter how remote, no matter how deep Down and far they must stream… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
The greatest tragedy that can befall a poet is to be praised by being misunderstood. — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
Sometimes, as in an athletic event where everything clicks, inexplicable things do happen. Learning and practicing an art or a skill has always been… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
I'm primarily a poet, so I'd have to say in my case I'd investigate the mystery in poetry in a different way than prose… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
I don't write or think too much about the word "salvation." I might; I probably should. We are such needy creatures, needing to be… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
I'd rather call prose poems something else, for clarity - something like "poetic prose," prose that contains a quality of poetry, but not poems. — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
For me, prose is never a poem. Because with prose there are so very few tools to create the music. And one of the… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
Poetry is very playful with language. I think all poetry, at its heart, is playful. It's doing unusual and playful things with the language,… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
“The Highest Octaves of Light Sands, in wild winds of surging waves Over the desert dunes, sing with the tones Of tiny pebbles moving… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
