Even If The Hopes You Started Out

God Is A Foreman With Certain Definite Views Who Orders Life In Shifts Of Work And Leisure.

If Self Is A Location, So Is Love.

The Gift Of Writing Is To Be Self-forgetful... To Get A Surge Of Inner Life Or Inner Supply Or Unexpected Sense Of Empowerment, To Be Afloat, To Be Out Of Yourself.

Between My Finger And My Thumb The Squat Pen Rests; Snug As A Gun. ~from The Poem "digging

I Have Always Thought Of Poems As Stepping Stones In One's Own Sense Of Oneself.