We Understand More Than We Know.

You Say, The Sensed Absence Of God And The Sensed Presence Amount To Much The Same Thing, Only In Reverse.

Screw Poetry, It’s You I Want, Your Taste, Rain On You, Mouth On Your Skin.

When I Was 16, I Started Publishing All Kinds Of Things In School Magazines.

So Much Better To Travel Than To Arrive.

What Is The Real Breath Of A Man — The Breathing Out Or The Breathing In?