Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.
Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.
The shovel is the brother to the gun.
I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.
Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.
We don't have to think up a title till we get the doggone book written.