Tell The Truth And Not The Facts.

The Trouble For The Thief Is Not How To Steal The Chief’s Bugle, But Where To Blow It.

Poetry Helps My Soul Escape Its Encasement.

Like A Pianist Runs Her Fingers Over The Keys, I'll Search My Mind For What To Say. Now, The Poem May Want You To Write It. And Then Sometimes You See A Situation And Think, 'i'd Like To Write About That.' Those Are Two Different Ways Of Being Approached By A Poem, Or Approaching A Poem.

Sometimes Guns Really Matter. Protecting Those Who Need Protection - Children, Women, Minorities In Rough Parts Of Town, Old Folks Living In Places Where Cops Aren't Nearby. Guns Are True Empowerment For The Powerless.

I Try To See Every Day As A Celebration.