Images Are The Heart Of Poetry ...

Blue Eyes Wash Off Sometimes.

A Woman / Who Loves A Woman / Is Forever Young.

Even Without Wars, Life Is Dangerous.

I Keep Feeling That There Isn't One Poem Being Written By Any One Of Us - Or A Book Or Anything Like That. The Whole Life Of Us Writers, The Whole Product I Guess I Mean, Is The One Long Poem - A Community Effort If You Will. It's All The Same Poem. It Doesn't Belong To Any One Writer - It's God's Poem Perhaps. Or God's People's Poem.

My Mouth Blooms Like A Cut.