I Do Have Trouble With Titles.

Perhaps When We Die Our Names Are Takenfrom Us By A Divine Magnet And Are Freeto Flutter Here And There Within The Bodies Of Birds.i'll Be A Simple Crowwho Can Reach The Top Of Antelope Butte.(from: Hard Times)

I Would Rather Give Full Vent To All Human Loves And Disappointments, And Take A Chance On Being Corny, Than Die A Smartass.

How Wonderful It Was To Love Something Without The Compromise Of Language.

Poetry At Its Best Is The Language Your Soul Would Speak If You Could Teach Your Soul To Speak.

What Cannot Be Said, Will Get Wept.