Images Are The Heart Of Poetry ...

Rejoice With The Day Lily For It Is Born For A Day To Live By The Mailbox And Glorify The Roadside

Take Your Foot Out Of The Graveyard, They Are Busy Being Dead.

The Tongue, The Chinese Say, Is Like A Sharp Knife: It Kills Without Drawing Blood.

Suicide Is, After All, The Opposite Of The Poem.

I Was Only Sitting Here In My White Study With The Awful Black Words Pushing Me Around.