Let There Be A Heaven So That

I Tell It Stories Now And Then And Feed It Images Like Honey. I Will Not Speculate Today With Poems That Think They're Money.

Yes, I Know. Death Sits With His Key In My Lock. Not One Day Is Taken For Granted. Even Nursery Rhymes Have Put Me In Hock.

Being Sixteen In The Pants I Died Full Of Questions

When I'm Writing, I Know I'm Doing The Thing I Was Born To Do.

I Am Out Of Practice At Living. You Are As Brave As A Motorcycle.