The Trees Are Coming Into Leaf Like

When I Get Sent Manuscripts From Aspiring Poets, I Do One Of Two Things: If There Is No Stamped Self-addressed Envelope, I Throw It Into The Bin.-if There Is, I Write And Tell Them To F**k Off.

Sex Is Designed For People Who Like Overcoming Obstacles.

Parting Is A Training Streamer,lingering Like Leaves In Autumn.

Courage Is No Good: It Means Not Scaring Others. Being Brave Lets No One Off The Grave. Death Is No Different Whined At Than Withstood.

Novels Seem To Me To Be Richer, Broader, Deeper, More Enjoyable Than Poems.