In Our Plain Defects We Already Know

Equality Is A Mortuary Word.

Comedy Is An Escape, Not From Truth But From Despair; A Narrow Escape Into Faith.

Poetry Is The Language In Which Man Explores His Own Amazement... Says Heaven And Earth In One Word... Speaks Of Himself And His Predicament As Though For The First Time.

The Skirts Of The Gods Drag In Our Mud. We Feel The Touch And Take It To Be A Kiss.

How Nature Loves The Incomplete. She Knows If She Drew A Conclusion It Would Finish Her.