When My Own Writing Needs A Perk,

I Do Think That The Kind Of Writing That I Do Will Always Be Around And Printed In Books, Magazines, And Now Blogs.

I Died In My Boots Like A Pioneer With The Whole Wide Sky Above Me.

I Tried To Think Of My Knowledge, But It Was A Squirrel's Heap Of Winter Nuts. There Was No Strength In My Knowledge Any More And I Felt Small And Naked As A New-hatched Bird.

The Art Finds Kingdoms In A Foot Of Ground.

Life Was A Storm To Wander Through.