The two most joyous times of the year are Christmas morning and the end of school.
This morning of the small snow I count the blessings the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time the drop of the water on water.
I don't live for poetry. I live far more than anybody else does.
You don't help people in your poems. I've been trying to help people all my...
By Thursday morning, we'd gotten over the worst of it.
I don't hate L.A., but I'm nervous about becoming one of those people who...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
