I do think that the kind of writing that I do will always be around and printed in books, magazines, and now blogs.

We do not fight for the real but for shadows we make. A flag is a piece of cloth and a word is a sound, But we make them something neither cloth nor a sound, Totems of love and hate, black sorcery-stones.

Our fathers and ourselves sowed dragon's teeth. Our children know and suffer the armed men.

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.

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

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.

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