My Strength And My Weakness Are Twins

The Body Is Simple As A Turtle / And Straight As A Dog: / The Body Cannot Lie.

I Have No Connections Here; Only Gusty Collisions, Rootless Seedlings Forced Into Bloom, That Collapse. ... I Am The Visiting Poet: A Real Unicorn, A Wind-up Plush Dodo, A Wax Museum Of The Movement. People Want To Push The Buttons And See Me Glow.

What A Richly Colored Strong Warm Coat Is Woven When Love Is The Warp And Work Is The Woof.

The Art Of Fiction Is One Of Constant Seduction. You Must Persuade The Reader On Page 1 To Start Reading - On Page 50, Or Page 150 And Yes, On Page 850.

The Price Of Seeing Is Silence.