And We Are Magic Talking To Itself,

The Ground Has On Its Clothes. The Trees Poke Out Of Sheets And Each Branch Wears The Sock Of God.

What's The Point Of Fighting The Dollars When All You Need Is A Warm Bed? When The Dog Barks You Let Him In. All We Need Is Someone To Let Us In. And One Other Thing: To Consider The Lilies In The Field.

Images Are The Heart Of Poetry ... You're Not A Poet Without Imagery.

Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An Egg.

The Place I Live In Is A Kind Of Maze And I Keep Seeking The Exit Or The Home.