Poetry Is On Earth To Make You

Obey, Obey, Obey, Then Do What You Want.

You Make Choices That Are Good And Sound, But The Gods Have Other Plans For You.

A Brave Heart? It Feels Like A Swollen And Aching Thing In My Chest.

My Love For Him Had Never Gone Away But Only Changed, Growing Deeper Like Wine Fermenting Or Pickles Curing. It Bore Into Me With The Pervasiveness Of Water Working Its Way To The Center Of A Mountain.

My Hardcover Sales Are 17% Down In Books But Up 400% In Electronics.