When I was a boy I was my father.
Southern California, where the American Dream came too true.
I didn’t know that painters and writers retired. They’re like soldiers – they just fade away.
I am waiting for the lost music to sound again in a new rebirth of wonder.
Our government is a bird with two right wings... They're devoted to the perpetuation & spread of corporate capitalism.
Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience, the poet, like an acrobat, climbs on rhyme to a high wire of his own making.