Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing, with an illegible oath between.
I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends.
POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.
I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.
Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?
All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.