Revision Is Its Own Reward.

I Am Hard To Disgust, But A Pretentious Poet Can Do It

Yule—yul Log For The Christmas-fire Tale-spinner—of Fairy Tales That Can Come True: Yul Brynner.

We Prove, We Do Not Explain, Our Birth.

Poetry Is The Art Of Creating Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads.

They Fought The Enemy, We Fight Fat Living And Self-pity. Shine, O Shine, Unfalsifying Sun, On This Sick Scene.