When Words Cease To Cling Close To

The Serious Artist Must Be As Open As Nature. Nature Does Not Give All Of Herself In A Paragraph. She Is Rugged And Not Set Apart Into Discreet Categories.

Learn Of The Green World What Can Be Thy Place In Scaled Invention Or True Artistry

The Apparition Of These Faces In The Crowd; Petals On A Wet Black Bough.

Why Fight For A Flag When You Can Buy One For A Nickel.

What Thou Lovest Well Remains, The Rest Is Dross What Thou Lov’st Well Shall Not Be Reft From Thee What Thou Lov’st Well Is Thy True Heritage