Dad said I would always be "high minded and low waged" from reading too much Ralph Waldo Emerson. Maybe he was right.

That's my only defense against this world: to build a sentence out of it.

I don't know what psychotherapy does. I have been seeing the same person for 26 years now.

Naturally we would prefer seven epiphanies a day and an earth not so apparently devoid of angels.

Wherever we go we do harm, forgiving ourselves as wheels do cement for wearing each other out. We set this house on fire, forgetting that we live within. (from "To a Meadowlark," for M.L. Smoker)

When we were children we were errant enough to wish to be birds for the day but there's nothing easier to lose than playfulness.

The fact is, the media never gets off the interstate unless there's a major explosion.