The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to

I decided I would go to Chicago and try my luck as a writer after those eight months as a fireman.

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

Nothing happens unless first we dream.