We Call Them The Brave Who Likely

Of The Crow-blue Mussel Shells, One Keeps Adjusting The Ash Heaps; Opening And Shutting Itself Like An Injured Fan.

I Never 'plan' A Stanza. Words Cluster Like Chromosomes, Determining The Procedure.

You're Not Free Until You've Been Made Captive By Supreme Belief.

It Is Human Nature To Stand In The Middle Of A Thing.

A Man Is A Writer If All His Words Are Strung In Definite Sentence Sounds.