Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering.

Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring.

What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.

People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.

Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.

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

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