All The Untidyactivity Continues, Awful

The Art Of Losing Isn't Hard To Master; So Many Things Seem Filled With The Intent To Be Lost That Their Loss Is No Disaster.

Time To Plant Tears, Says The Almanac. The Grandmother Sings To The Marvelous Stove And The Child Draws Another Inscrutable House.

I've Never Written The Things I'd Like To Write That I've Admired All My Life. Maybe One Never Does.

Democracy In The Contemporary World Demands, Among Other Things, An Educated And Informed People.

Being A Poet Is One Of The Unhealthier Jobs--no Regular Hours, So Many Temptations!