I Learned To Write By

... Urban Friends Ask Me How I Can Stand Living Here, 'so Far From Everything?' When I Hear This Question Over The Phone, I'm Usually Looking Out The Window At A Forest, A Running Creek, And A Vegetable Garden, Thinking: Define Everything.

The Past Is All We Know Of The Future.

I'm Not Pretending To Be Ingenuous; I Know What I'm Doing.

Morning Always Comes.

Restraint Equals Indulgence