Fishing tournaments seem a little like playing tennis with living balls.
One of the curious effects of a bad hangover is that you think you're wrong whether you are or not. Not wrong in particulars, but wrong in general, wrong about everything.
Zen is the vehicle of reality.
The world that used to nurse us now keeps shouting inane instructions. That's why I ran to the woods.
I'm hoping to be astonished tomorrow by I don't know what.
I got $30 from Nation magazine for a poem and $500 for my first book of poems.