Grant us a common faith that we shall know bread and peace-that we shall know justice and righteousness, freedom and security, an equal opportunity and an equal chance to do our best not only in our own lands, but throughout the world. And in that faith let us march toward the clean world our hands can make.

Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.

At first I was blogging everyday, but I don't do that anymore. It varies; sometimes I'll write these little essays and other times political commentaries. Other times it'll just be new work that I'm doing.

Dreaming men are haunted men.

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

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

Money is sullen And wisdom is sly, But youth is the pollen That blows through the sky And does not ask why.