The art finds kingdoms in a foot of ground.

One cannot balance tragedy in the scales Unless one weighs it with the tragic heart.

I died in my boots like a pioneer With the whole wide sky above me.

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.

And Thames and all the rivers of the kings Ran into Mississippi and were drowned. They planted England with a stubborn trust But the cleft dust was never English dust.

Grant us brotherhood, not only for this day but for all our years - a brotherhood not of words but of acts and deeds.

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