Poetry Is Fact Given Over To Imagery.

I Am Not A Joiner. Somewhere I Once Said That People Join Clubs Now For The Very Reason They Once Carried Them, A Need For Security. Maybe I'm Alone More Often Than I Should Be, Because I Try To Find Security Within Myself.

May Your Hand Be Full For Always If Only With Another Hand. May Your Heart Be Empty Only Long Enough To Give You Cause To Fill It Up Again With Love. May Your Soul Be Lost By You Only To Be Found By God.

The Journey Back Is Always Longer Than The Forward Run.

Love Is A Sweet Thing Caught A Momentand Held In A Golden Eye.

I Cannot Speculate On What Our Cluttered Mind Will Save- Sleepy Sundays, Or A Nosebleed After Love. I Know Only The Dying Heart Needs The Nourishment Of Memory To Live Beyond Too Many Winters.