Poetry Is The Capture Of A Picture,

Time Is The Coin Of Your Life. You Spend It. Do Not Allow Others To Spend It For You.

The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet.

Poetry: A Sliver Of The Moon Lost In The Belly Of A Golden Frog.

Poetry Is An Exhibit Of One Pendulum Connecting With Other And Unseen Pendulums Inside And Outside The One Seen.

Poetry Is A Mystic, Sensuous Mathematics Of Fire, Smoke-stacks, Waffles, Pansies, People, And Purple Sunsets.