POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog..

There is a wolf in me... - I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go..

I want to do the right thing, but often I don't know just what the right thing is. Every day I know I have come short of what I would like to have do….

Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?.

out of great Russia came three dusky syllables workmen took guns and went out to die for: Bread, Peace, Land..

Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing, with an illegible oath between..

Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and y….

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must..

I am still studying verbs and the mystery of how they connect nouns. I am more suspicious of adjectives than at any other time in all my born days..

The squeaky wheel gets the grease but the quacking duck gets shot..

All my life I have been trying to learn, to read, to see and hear, and to write. At sixty-five I began my first novel and after the five years, lacki….

The greatest cunning is to have none at all..

The fog comes on little cat feet..

The past is a bucket of ashes.

I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety….

Be careful with your words, once they are said, they can only be forgiven, not forgotten..

What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?.

We don't have to think up a title till we get the doggone book written..

The buffaloes are gone. And those who saw the buffaloes are gone..

A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies..

Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it until the test comes..