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.

There are ten men in me and I do not know or understand one of them.

After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars

All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.

Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

Poetry is a slipknot tightened around a time-beat of one thought, two thoughts, and a last interweaving thought there is not yet a number for.

I glory in this world of men and women, torn with troubles, yet living on to love and laugh through it all.