He Threw Up His Hands And Wrote

The Closet Door Is Open For Me, Where I Left It, Since I Left It Open, It Has Graciously Stayed Open.

The Soul Is Innocent And Immortal, It Should Never Die Ungodly In An Armed Madhouse.

The Poignancy Of A Photograph Comes From Looking Back To A Fleeting Moment In A Floating World. The Transitoriness Is What Creates The Sense Of The Sacred

Let Go Of The Spirit Of The Departed, And Continue The Celebration Of Your Own Life.

The Typewriter Is Holy The Poem Is Holy The Voice Is Holy The Hearers Are Holy The Ecstacy Is Holy!