Let A Joy Keep You. Reach Out

I Am Still Studying Verbs And The Mystery Of How They Connect Nouns. I Am More Suspicious Of Adjectives Than At Any Other Time In All My Born Days.

Life Is Like An Onion. You Peel It Off One Layer At A Time, And Sometimes You Weep.

I Doubt If You Can Have A Truly Wild Party Without Liquor.

Tongues Wrangled Dark At A Man. He Buttoned His Overcoat And Stood Alone. In A Snowstorm, Red Hollyberries, Thoughts, He Stood Alone.

My Room For Books And Study Or For Sitting And Thinking About Nothing In Particular To See What Would Happen Was At The End Of A Hall.