“What could be more leveling and mundane than bill time? An afternoon writing checks for water, electricity, phone and insurance and any remaining pretense that I have been elevated by my ‘art’ to some higher plane has been washed away. By the time I’ve licked the last envelope and put the letters in the mailbox and raised the red flag, though, a poem or some morsel of a story has slipped sideways into my mind. It grows bigger as I come back down the drive—like this passage—tempting, rounded, elusive. No, writing has not elevated me, but rather it has connected me to something essential, something (almost) hidden in the day-to-day world around me. It is the method by which I have lived with the mundane, or better—how I’ve discovered within the mundane something always giving, something always extraordinary.”

– Anda Boyle, 1993