Life Is Like An Onion.

Life Is Like An Onion. You Peel It Off One Layer At A Time, And Sometimes You Weep.

You Remember Some Bedrooms You Have Slept In. There Are Bedrooms You Like To Remember And Others You Would Like To Forget.

I Learned You Can't Trust The Judgment Of Good Friends.

Poetry Is A Kinetic Arrangement Of Static Syllables.

The Single Clenched Fist Lifted And Ready, Or The Open Asking Hand Held Out And Waiting. Choose: For We Meet By One Or The Other.