I Was A Dog On A Short

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

In A Life Properly Lived, You're A River.

I Had Let My Digust With Teaching Ruin My Love Of Literature.

I Remember My Grandfather Telling Me How Each Of Us Must Live With A Full Measure Of Loneliness That Is Inescapable, And We Must Not Destroy Ourselves With Our Passion To Escape The Aloneness.

My Advice Is, Do Not Try To Inhabit Another's Soul. You Have Your Own.