Try To Live As If

I Hear The Singing Of The Lives Of Women. They Clear Mystery, The Offering, And Pride.

Try To Live As If There Were A God

No One Wants To Read Poetry. You Have To Make It Impossible For Them To Put The Poem Down--impossible For Them To Stop Reading It, Word After Word. You Have To Keep Them From Closing The Book.

Not All Things Are Blest, But The Seeds Of All Things Are Blest.

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.