As the poems go into the thousands you
realize you have created very
little.

- Charles Bukowski

According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with a head with two faces, four arms and four legs. Fearing their power, Zeus split them apart, condemning them to forever be looking for their other half.

I'd like to read a story in the newspaper
that ends with,
"But she was just having a bad dream,
really she's okay."

I sometimes dream up as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

A poem is never finished, only abondoned.

The only way to acheive the impossible is to believe it is possible.

We have no right to say 'Why did this happen to me?' every time a sorrow comes our way unless we ask it every time a joy comes our way.

Either join me and die, or join them and be the one to kill me.

First post.

This is my blog. It's not really a blog.


But I think I'm going to like it.