Even In Hell, If A Man Was

Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The Trees In The Streets Are Old Trees Used To Living With People, Family Trees That Remember Your Grandfather's Name.

Life Is Not Lost By Dying! Life Is Lost, Minute By Minute, Day By Dragging Day, In All The Thousand, Small, Uncaring Ways...

Money Is Sullen And Wisdom Is Sly, But Youth Is The Pollen That Blows Through The Sky And Does Not Ask Why.

At First I Was Blogging Everyday, But I Don't Do That Anymore. It Varies; Sometimes I'll Write These Little Essays And Other Times Political Commentaries. Other Times It'll Just Be New Work That I'm Doing.

The Art Finds Kingdoms In A Foot Of Ground.