A Work-room Should Be Like An Old

How Terrible It Was To Love People When You Could Not Really Share Their Lives!

Whatever Is Felt Upon The Page Without Being Specifically Named There — That, One Might Say, Is Created.

One January Day, Thirty Years Ago, The Little Town Of Hanover, Anchored On A Windy Nebraska Tableland, Was Trying Not To Be Blown Away.

The More Observing Ones May Have Seen, But Discerning People Are Usually Discreet And Often Kind, For We Usually Bleed A Little Before We Begin To Discern.

If There Were No Girls Like Them In The World, There Would Be No Poetry