An Expert Is A Damn Fool A

Enough Small Empty Boxes Thrown Into A Big Empty Box Fill It Full.

Lay Me On An Anvil, O God. Beat Me And Hammer Me Into A Steel Spike.

Let Your Heart Look On White Sea Spray And Be Lonely. Love Is A Fool Star. You And A Ring Of Stars May Mention My Name And Then Forget Me. Love Is A Fool Star.

Poetry Is A Projection Across Silence Of Cadences Arranged To Break That Silence With Definite Intentions Of Echoes, Syllables, Wave Lengths.

Freedom Is Baffling: Men Having It Often Know Not They Have It Till It Is Gone And They No Longer Have It.