The Sea Isn't A Place But A

And Now You'll Be Telling Stories Of My Coming Back And They Won't Be False, And They Won't Be True But They'll Be Real

Every Adjective And Adverb Is Worth Five Cents. Every Verb Is Worth Fifty Cents.

Someone I Loved Once Gave Me A Box Full Of Darkness. It Took Me Years To Understand That This Too, Was A Gift.

The Language Of The Poem Is The Language Of Particulars.

Attention Is The Beginning Of Devotion.