Life Is An Honor, Albeit Anonymously Delivered.

I Did Not Want To Live Out My Life In The Strenuous Effort To Hold A Ghost World Together. It Was Plain As The Stars That Time Herself Moved In Grand Tidal Sweeps Rather Than The Tick-tocks We Suffocate Within, And That I Must Reshape Myself To Fully Inhabit The Earth Rather Than Dawdle In The Sump Of My Foibles.

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)

Your Kids Inevitably Want To Move Where They Had Their Vacations When They Were Younger.

It Is Utterly Soothing To Fly Fish For Trout. All Other Considerations Or Worries Drift Away And You Couldn't Keep Them Close If You Wanted. Perhaps It's Standing Thigh Deep In A River With The Water Passing At The Exact But Varying Speed Of Life. You Easily Recognize This Mortality And It Dissipates Into The Landscape.

A Poet Must Discover That It’s His Own Story That Is True, Even If The Truth Is Small Indeed.