It Is Night, And It

But Sometimes Everything I Write With The Threadbare Art Of My Eye Seems A Snapshot

Most Poetry Is Very Formal, But When A Modern Poet Is Formal He Gets More Attention For It Than Old Poets Did.

If Youth Is A Defect, It Is One We Outgrow Too Soon.

Life Begins To Happen. My Hoppped Up Husband Drops His Home Disputes, And Hits The Streets To Cruise For Prostitutes

What Can The Dove Of Jesus Give You Now But Wisdom, Exile? Stand And Live, The Dove Has Brought An Olive Branch To Eat.