I Have Never Started A Poem Yet

Here Are Your Waters And Your Watering Place. Drink And Be Whole Again Beyond Confusion.

The Tree The Tempest With A Crash Of Wood Throws Down In Front Of Us Is Not To Bar Our Passage To Our Journey's End For Good, But Just To Ask Us Who We Think We Are.

Have Courage And A Little Willingness To Venture And Be Defeated.

Poetry Is A Way Of Taking Life By The Throat.

What Is This Talked-of Mystery Of Birth. But Being Mounted Bareback On The Earth?