Writers Can Write Outside Their Ethnicity Or

Wherever We Go We Do Harm, Forgiving Ourselves As Wheels Do Cement For Wearing Each Other Out. We Set This House On Fire, Forgetting That We Live Within. (from "to A Meadowlark," For M.l. Smoker)

The World That Used To Nurse Us Now Keeps Shouting Inane Instructions. That's Why I Ran To The Woods.

Yeah, But Now Suddenly - You Know, Universities Are Notoriously Market Oriented, Too.

Zen Is The Vehicle Of Reality.

I'd Rather Get A Brain Tumor Than Go Back To Teaching.