My Body Was Braille For The Creeping

Between My Finger And My Thumb The Squat Pen Rests; Snug As A Gun. ~from The Poem "digging

Even If The Hopes You Started Out With Are Dashed, Hope Has To Be Maintained.

Suspect Too Much Sweet Talk But Never Close Your Mind.

Anything Can Happen, On The Other Hand, Is Not Only About The Atrociousness Of The September 11 Attack, It Is Also A Premonition Of The Deadly Retaliation That Was Bound To Come.

But Even So, None Of The News Of These World-spasms Entered Me As Terror.