It Takes A Long Time To Publish

When You Get An Idea, Go And Write. Don't Waste It In Conversation.

This Rose Became A Bandanna, Which Became A House, Which Became Infused With All Passion, Which Became A Hideaway, Which Became Yes I Would Like To Have Dinner, Which Became Hands, Which Became Lands, Shores, Beaches, Natives On The Stones, Staring And Wild Beasts In The Trees, Chasing The Hats Of Lost Hunters, And All This Deserves A Tone.

Summer In The Trees! “it Is Time To Strangle Several Bad Poets.

As For Political Poetry, As It's Usually Defined, It Seems There's Very Little Good Political Poetry.

You Aren't Just The Age You Are. You Are All The Ages You Ever Have Been!