Where Joy In An Old Pencil Is

A House That Does Not Have One Warm, Comfy Chair In It Is Soulless.

Making Order Out Of Disorder Any Time, Anywhere, Can Be Regarded As A Sacrament.

Poetry Finds Its Perilous Equilibrium Somewhere Between Music And Speech.

My Musical Genius Reached Its Apex Thirty Years Ago When I Played The Triangle In Haydn's Children's Symphony, So I Could Not Play Unless You Needed Someone To Make One Sustained Note!

Revision Is Not Going Back And Fussing Around, But Going Forward Into The Process Of Creation