Poetry - Poiesis Means A Thing Made.

That Night We Made Love "the Real Way" Which We Had Not Yet Attempted Although Married Six Months. Big Mystery. No One Knew Where To Put Their Leg And To This Day I'm Not Sure We Got It Right. He Seemed Happy. You're Like Venice He Said Beautifully. Early Next Day I Wrote A Short Talk ("on Defloration") Which He Stole And Had Published In A Small Quarterly Magazine. Overall This Was A Characteristic Interaction Between Us. Or Should I Say Ideal. Neither Of Us Had Ever Seen Venice.

Reality Is A Sound, You Have To Tune In To It Not Just Keep Yelling.

What Is A Quote? A Quote (cognate With Quota) Is A Cut, A Section, A Slice Of Someone's Orange. You Suck The Slice, Toss The Rind, Skate Away.

Up Against Another Human Being One's Own Procedures Take On Definition

You Doubt God? Well More To The Point I Credit God With The Good Sense To Doubt Me. What Is Mortality After All But Divine Doubt Flashing Over Us? For An Instant God Suspends Assent And Poof! We Disappear.