Nature Is Orderly. That Which Appears To

Gratitude To The Great Sky Who Holds Billions Of Stars - And Goes Yet Beyond That - Beyond All Powers, And Thoughts And Yet Is Within Us - Grandfather Space. The Mind Is His Wife

The Other Side Of The "sacred" Is The Sight Of Your Beloved In The Underworld, Dripping With Maggots.

I Try To Hold Both History And Wilderness In Mind, That My Poems May The True Measure Of Things And Stand Against The Unbalance And Ignorance Of Our Times.

Walking Is The Exact Balance Between Spirit And Humility.

Wildness It Is Perennially Within Us, Dormant As A Hard-shelled Seed, Awaiting The Fire Or Flood That Awakes It Again.