There Is No Song To Your Singing.

There Was Always The Consolation That If I Didn't Like What I Wrote I Could Throw It Away Or Burn It.

The People Know What The Land Knows.

The Wind Bit Hard At Valley Forge One Christmas. Soldiers Tied Rags On Their Feet. Red Footprints Wrote On The Snow...

Poetry Is A Kinetic Arrangement Of Static Syllables.

To Be A Good Loser Is To Learn How To Win.