I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.

We don't have to think up a title till we get the doggone book written.

Our lives are like a candle in the wind.

Enough small empty boxes thrown into a big empty box fill it full.

Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.

Poetry is a kinetic arrangement of static syllables.

Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.