Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.

If two New Hampshiremen aren't a match for the devil, we might as well give the country back to the Indians.

I had lost something in my youth and made money instead.

There's nothing compared to the history of writing about the city of New York that you get, say, in Charles Reznikoff.

Ironically the blog has re-opened the essay as a good form for me. I like to look and make commentary! If I sense my essays are good, I try to resubmit to another place in pulp and several of them have been variously published in newspapers and magazines.

Oh, Georgia booze is mighty fine booze, The best yuh ever poured yuh, But it eats the soles right offen yore shoes, For Hell's broke loose in Georgia.

Our earth is but a small star in a great universe. Yet of it we can make, if we choose, a planet unvexxed by war, untroubled by hunger or fear, undivided by senseless distinctions of race, color or theory.