The World That Used To Nurse Us

Wherever We Go We Do Harm, Forgiving Ourselves As Wheels Do Cement For Wearing Each Other Out. We Set This House On Fire, Forgetting That We Live Within. (from "to A Meadowlark," For M.l. Smoker)

The World That Used To Nurse Us Now Keeps Shouting Inane Instructions. That's Why I Ran To The Woods.

I See More Genuine Sociability Between The Races In Mississippi Than I See In Michigan. No Question.

Strangely, When I Totally Emerged From This Slump I Couldn't Comprehend How I Had Almost Drowned It It.

I Couldn't Run A Tight Schedule, And If You're Any Good At Teaching, You Get Sucked Dry Because You Like Your Students And You're Trying To Help Them, But You Don't Have Any Time Left To Write Yourself.