Basically when I'm walking I'm not consciously writing or intending anything. In the manner I have learned from meditation practice, I let things unfold.

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

Few people have written significant books about San Francisco. Robert Duncan was, in my opinion, often in the clouds. If he walked the streets a lot he didn't write about as such.

When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes.

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

We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

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