The Sweet Of Bitter Bark And Burning

Tolerance Is The Uncomfortable Feeling That In The End The Other Could Be Right.

Freedom Is When You Are Easy In The Harness.

What Are We? Young Or New? We Must Be Something.

Poets Are Like Baseball Pitchers. Both Have Their Moments. The Intervals Are The Tough Things.

I Am Not A Nature Poet. There Is Almost Always A Person In My Poems.