Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.

I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.

The music is in minors.

Books are meat and medicine and flame and flight and flower steel, stitch, cloud and clout, and drumbeats on the air.

Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.

When white and black meet today, sometimes there is a ready understanding that there has been an encounter between two human beings. But often there is only, or chiefly, an awareness that Two Colors are in the room.

Each body has its art.