What Are Days For? Days Are Where

Dear, I Can't Write, It's All A Fantasy: A Kind Of Circling Obsession.

I'd Like To Think...that People In Pubs Would Talk About My Poems

Life Has A Practice Of Living You, If You Don't Live It.

Parting Is A Training Streamer,lingering Like Leaves In Autumn.

It's Easy To Write When You've Nothing To Write About (that Is, When You Are Young).