They Believe In Christ And Longfellow, Both

Nobody, Not Even The Rain, Has Such Small Hands

Seeming's Enough For Slaves Of Space And Time - Ours Is The Now And Here Of Freedom. Come.

You And I Are More Than You And I Because It's We.

Since Feelings Come First, Who Cares About The Syntax Of Things?

In The Street Of The Sky Night Walks Scattering Poems