I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.

So every day So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.

And I say to my heart: rave on.

Things take the time they take. don't worry. How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine?

Almost anything is too much. I am trying in my poems to have the reader be the experiencer. I do not want to be there. It is not even a walk we take together.

LITTLE DOGS RHAPSODY IN THE NIGHT (PERCY THREE) He puts his cheek against mine and makes small, expressive sounds. And when I'm awake, or awake enough he turns upside down, his four paws in the air and his eyes dark and fervent. Tell me you love me, he says. Tell me again. Could there be a sweeter arrangement? Over and over he gets to ask it. I get to tell.

I have a notebook with me all the time, and I begin scribbling a few words. When things are going well, the walk does not get anywhere; I finally just stop and write.