God Has A Brown Voice,

Rejoice With The Day Lily For It Is Born For A Day To Live By The Mailbox And Glorify The Roadside

Oh Thumb, I Want A Drink It Is Dark, Where Are The Big People, When Will I Get There...?

Poetry To Me Is Prayer.

Poems Aren't Postcards To Send Home.

I Would Like A Simple Life / Yet All Night I Am Laying / Poems Away In A Long Box.