Life Goes Before We Know What It

In The Average Newspaper There Is Not A Complete Suppression Of Stories That The Sacred Cows Don't Want Printed. But Rather What Happens Is That The Stories Get Printed With Stresses, Colorations And Emphasis That Favor The Sacred Cows.

I've Written Some Poetry I Don't Understand Myself.

The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet.

Yesterday And Tomorrow Cross And Mix On The Skyline. The Two Are Lost In A Purple Haze. One Forgets, One Waits.

Be Careful With Your Words, Once They Are Said, They Can Only Be Forgiven, Not Forgotten.