The Craving To Risk Death Is Our

...all Cynicism Masks A Failure To Cope.

Science Disembodies; Art Embodies.

That's The Trouble With Provincial Life. Everyone Knows Everyone And There Is No Mystery. No Romance.

You Wish To Be Liked. I Wish Simply To Be. One Day You Will Know What That Means, Perhaps. And You Will Smile. Not Against Me. But With Me.

We All Write Poems; It Is Simply That Poets Are The Ones Who Write In Words.