When I Was A Little Kid, Of

The North Isn't A Place. It's Just A Direction Out Of The South.

I Like Weeding, But I Tend To Think Of It As A Solitary Activity.

The Local Groceries Are All Out Of Broccoli, Loccoli.

When Money Gets Too Far Away From Actual, Physical, Real Equity And Property It Gets Too Abstract And Too Distantly Derived And Then Suddenly It's Not Worth Anything Anymore. And The Same Is True Of Language.

Somebody Informed Me Recently That The Key To Every Art, From Writing To Gardening To Sculpture, Is Creativity. I Beg To Differ.