Don't Ever Take A Fence Down Until

Don't Be Agnostic - Be Something.

Talking Is A Hydrant In The Yard And Writing Is A Faucet Upstairs In The House. Opening The First Takes The Pressure Off The Second.

Now No Joy But Lacks Salt That Is Not Dashed With Pain And Weariness And Fault; I Crave The Stain Of Tears, The Aftermark Of Almost Too Much Love, The Sweet Of Bitter Bark And Burning Clove.

Poetry Is Play. I'd Even Rather Have You Think Of It As A Sport. For Instance, Like Football.

One Aged Man - One Man - Can't Fill A House.