But tell them, friends, I choose, I choose. At Speech What a poet means is his to know.
Risk is right.
Don't expect Dowd to follow the rules, either with life or poems. It has been my privilege to know many of these poems in process. I find them as electric as Dowd's person. To me, his alliterative word play vibrates with the involuntary, rhythmic patterns of cerebral palsy as in we are what we write. Other lines prove how poetry can be the feathers on which we soar, unfettered, in spiritual grace, beyond our fleshly selves.