The Truth Is The River Flows Into

The Sweet Of Bitter Bark And Burning Clove.

Men Work Together, Whether They Work Together Or Apart.

Every Poem Is A Momentary Stay Against The Confusion Of The World.

If One By One We Counted People Out For The Least Sin, It Wouldn't Take Us Long To Get So We Had No One Left To Live With. For To Be Social Is To Be Forgiving.

When Clever People Ask Me Where I Get A Poem, I Despair.