Conscious Writing Can Be The Death Of

The Cynics In Life Are The People Who Are Always Trying To Do Things For People Who Don't Want Things Done For Them.

Your Thorns Are The Best Part Of You.

The Sweet Air Coming Into Your House On A Fine Day, From Water Etched With Waves As Formal As The Scales On A Fish.

Blessed The Geniuses Who Know / That Egomania Is Not A Duty.

In A Poem The Excitement Has To Maintain Itself. I Am Governed By The Pull Of The Sentence As The Pull Of A Fabric Is Governed By Gravity.