Give A Man Enough Rope And He'll

We Try To Exile Ourselves More And More From Nature - Not Always Consciously: We Build Houses; We Dismiss Nature; Nature Has To Be Outside, Because We're Inside. God Forbid Something Like A Cockroach Comes Inside, Or Some Dust.

We Have Vexed And Bothered Every Plant And Every Animal On Every Continent.

The Visual Image Is A Kind Of Tripwire For The Emotions.

Writing Is My Form Of Celebration And Prayer.

Smell Brings To Mind... A Family Dinner Of Pot Roast And Sweet Potatoes During A Myrtle-mad August In A Midwestern Town. Smells Detonate Softly In Our Memory Like Poignant Land Mines Hidden Under The Weedy Mass Of Years.