Always Our Wars Have Been

The World Is Made Up Of Stories, Not Atoms.

How Can I Look Back And Not Speak Of The Stupid Learning About Birth? Of The Stupid Learning That People Make Love, And How It Seemed The Reason For All Things, The Intimacy Of My Wondering, The Illumination That To An Adolescent Was The Cause For Life Around Me, The Reason Why The Unhappy People I Knew Did Not Kill Themselves?

American Poetry Has Been Part Of A Culture In Conflict....we Are A People Tending Toward Democracy At The Level Of Hope; At Another Level, The Economy Of The Nation, The Empire Of Business Within The Republic, Both Include In Their Basic Premise The Idea Of Perpetual Warfare

Slowly I Would Get To Pen And Paper, Make My Poems For Others Unseen And Unborn. In The Day I Would Be Reminded Of Those Men And Women, Brave, Setting Up Signals Across Vast Distances, Considering A Nameless Way Of Living, Of Almost Unimagined Values.

Nourish Beginnings, Let Us Nourish Beginnings. Not All Things Are Blest, But The Seeds Of All Things Are Blest. The Blessing Is In The Seed.