My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.

Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn child.

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

My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.

Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it.

Poetry is a shuffling of boxes of illusions buckled with a strap of facts.

Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.