“… I learned to write by letting go of the poem. I found that I could begin by sitting in front of a blank page with no preconceived ideas of what should be written there. I discovered that meaning is like so many matrioshka dolls, one inside the other. Unlike the dolls, there is no final one. When you’re discussing meaning, it’s matrioshka dolls all the way down. So, without any search for meaning, or any goal-directed purpose, I developed a free-floating sense of metaphor. Eventually the old paradigm I’d been working under started to crumble, until even communication fell away. Instead poetry for me became communion, a primal expression of the underlying wonder manifested in the world around me (p. 56).”
Quoted passage from the afterword essay in Earthly Pages: The Poetry of Don Domanski (WLU Press, 2007).
Michael Edwards 
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