The Art Finds Kingdoms In A Foot

I've Been Reading A Lot Lately About Indian Captives. One Woman Who Had Been Captured By The Indians And Made A Squaw Was Resentful When She Was Rescued Because She'd Found That There Was A Lot More Work To Do As The Wife Of A White Man.

I Died In My Boots Like A Pioneer With The Whole Wide Sky Above Me.

Technology Will Never Rescue Anyone From Being A Bad Poet, But If You're Good, It Has The Potential To Do A Lot Of Exciting Things.

Go Play With The Towns You Have Built Of Blocks, The Towns Where You Would Have Bound Me! I Sleep In My Earth Like A Tired Fox, And My Bufdfalo Have Found Me.

A Phrase May Come To Me As I Am Walking, And, Once I Write It Down In My Journal, The Rest Of The Poem Will Unravel From That Catalyst.