It Occurs To Her That

She's Never Forgotten, Either, How A Mystery Caught In The Hand Could Lose Its Grace

We Tap Our Toes To Chaste Love Songs About The Silvery Moon Without Recognizing Them As Hymns To Copulation.

Downstream Is Always Someone Else's Up.

... 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.

Value Is Not Made Of Money, But A Tender Balance Of Expectation And Longing.