I Was A Dog On A Short

That Is Simply The Most Beautiful Publishing Office In The World, With That Cranky Old Building In That Wonderful Park.

It Is Utterly Soothing To Fly Fish For Trout. All Other Considerations Or Worries Drift Away And You Couldn't Keep Them Close If You Wanted. Perhaps It's Standing Thigh Deep In A River With The Water Passing At The Exact But Varying Speed Of Life. You Easily Recognize This Mortality And It Dissipates Into The Landscape.

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

I Got $30 From Nation Magazine For A Poem And $500 For My First Book Of Poems.

One Of The Curious Effects Of A Bad Hangover Is That You Think You're Wrong Whether You Are Or Not. Not Wrong In Particulars, But Wrong In General, Wrong About Everything.