Oh, you want praise and recognition and above all money. But if that was your true motive, you would have done something else. All this fame and honor is a very nice thing, as long as you don’t believe it. – Howard Nemerov

Poetry

porn is the betrayed idyll
that came looking for itself

Laughs

These figures moving in my rhyme,
Who are they? Death and Death’s dog, Time. – N. Scott Momaday

Poetry