Turtle has just one plan at a time, and every cell buys into it.

I like the idea of there being times when even words cost so much you used them sparingly. I have known a lot of old men and women who talked as if they were paying Western Union by the word.

All night, this soft rain from The distant past. No wonder I sometimes Waken as a child.

When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right.

This evening, I sat by an open window and read till the light was gone and the book was no more than a part of the darkness.

If you look at the Directory of American Poets and Writers, you know there are hundreds of poets in New York City. So therefore, just by specific gravity, it seems like a more significant place. Robert Wrigley is a poet who lives in rural Idaho - I think it's really back-country Idaho - and he writes beautiful poems.

Turtle has just one plan at a time, and every cell buys into it.