I Didn't Choose Poetry: Poetry Chose Me.

There Is Bad In All Good Authors: What A Pity The Converse Isn't True!

Everyone Should Be Forcibly Transplanted To Another Continent From Their Family At The Age Of Three.

Clearly Money Has Something To Do With Life.

Spring, Of All Seasons Most Gratuitous, Is Fold Of Untaught Flower, Is Race Of Water, Is Earth's Most Multiple, Excited Daughter; And Those She Has Least Use For See Her Best, Their Paths Grown Craven And Circuitous, Their Visions Mountain-clear, Their Needs Immodest.

Sex Is Designed For People Who Like Overcoming Obstacles.