Life Is An Honor, Albeit Anonymously Delivered.

Perhaps When We Die Our Names Are Takenfrom Us By A Divine Magnet And Are Freeto Flutter Here And There Within The Bodies Of Birds.i'll Be A Simple Crowwho Can Reach The Top Of Antelope Butte.(from: Hard Times)

I Write Novellas Because I Don't Like Loose Sprawling Prose.

Wherever We Go We Do Harm, Forgiving Ourselves As Wheels Do Cement For Wearing Each Other Out. We Set This House On Fire, Forgetting That We Live Within. (from "to A Meadowlark," For M.l. Smoker)

When We Were Children We Were Errant Enough To Wish To Be Birds For The Day But There's Nothing Easier To Lose Than Playfulness.

So When I Made Some Money, I Didn't Have Any Idea How One Handled Such A Situation Because No One In Our Family Ever Had Any Money.