Yeah, But Now Suddenly -

Barring Love I'll Take My Life In Large Doses Alone--rivers, Forests, Fish, Grouse, Mountains. Dogs.

Birthdays Are Ghost Bounty Hunters That Track You Down To Ask, "que Pasa, Baby?

Poetry At Its Best Is The Language Your Soul Would Speak If You Could Teach Your Soul To Speak.

I See More Genuine Sociability Between The Races In Mississippi Than I See In Michigan. No Question.

I Can Write Anywhere.