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

I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp, gaunt names that never get fat.

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

We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

The blog is also a way to continue to register what I see and hear in a day - no matter what the form. In fact, my blog is a complete mixture of forms.

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.

Most of the time I'm not really attracted to writing that's focused on filling and fighting it out within a well-defined container. I like work that gets out in the world and lets the world shape the poem.