Poetry Is Any Page From A Sketchbook

Poetry Is A Projection Across Silence Of Cadences Arranged To Break That Silence With Definite Intentions Of Echoes, Syllables, Wave Lengths.

The Past Is A Bucket Of Ashes

Time Is The Coin Of Our Live. We Must Take Care How We Spend It.

If The Facts Are Against You, Argue The Law. If The Law Is Against You, Argue The Facts. If The Law And The Facts Are Against You, Pound The Table And Yell Like Hell

The Woman Named Tomorrow Sits With A Hairpin In Her Teeth And Takes Her Time