Occupation: Poet Birth: August 21, 1929
In thigh-high yellow leather boots Plump Saphonisba strides. Too bad that, just to hide her calves, Two calves have lost their hides..
In poetry, only emotion endures..
I’d be glad to go out on a limb with those Who want nothing beyond what the wind bestows, Were I not bound to roots, dug in deep to bear Never being ….
The Purpose of Time is to Prevent Everything from Happening at Once.
Poetry is probably the one field of writing in which it is a mistake to try to psych out editors. In fact, specific marketing advice can sometimes ha….
On solemn asses fall plush sinecures, So keep a straight face and sit tight on yours..
Let you hold in mind, girls, that your beauty must pass Like a lovely white clover that rusts with its grass. Keep your bottoms off barstools and mar….