Two Birds Fly Past. They Are Needed

As The Saying Goes, You Might As Well Be Yourself; Everyone Else Is Taken.

I Wanted To Spend All My Time Writing Poetry. But When I Had Children I Couldn't Do That Anymore.

Every Modern Male Has, Lying At The Bottom Of His Psyche, A Large, Primitive Being Covered With Hair Down To His Feet. Making Contact With This Wild Man Is The Step The Eighties Male Or The Nineties Male Has Yet To Take. That Bucketing-out Process Has Yet To Begin In Our Contemporary Culture.

If You Want The Truth, I Will Tell You The Truth: Friend, Listen: The God Whom I Love Is Inside.

The Beginning Of Love Is A Horror Of Emptiness.