I Wonder What Adam And Eve Think

The Enslaver Is Enslaved, The Hater, Harmed.

One Writes Because One Has A Burning Desire To Objectify What It Is Indispensable To One's Happiness To Express.

Wolf's Wool Is The Best Of Wool, / But It Cannot Be Sheared Because / The Wolf Will Not Comply.

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.

If Technique Is Of No Interest To A Writer, I Doubt That The Writer Is An Artist.