It is a rare heart that appreciates
the compromises others make...

Four teenagers ride by
on their bicycles...

Crushing, brutish struggle,
head gripped harshly...

Gilmore faced terminal
confinement in prison...

Kids in the field
running before colorful kites...

Latest Bass Wejuns
Eighteenth in a long series...

Those days were captured
on the postcards I sent home...

What recompense is there to a malcontent?
Perhaps it's better to do away...

See you crave drugs and money -
dull your five senses, sonny...

What the devil makes you think
that I would ever let you...

Man is toolmaker
because his hands evolved as...

Asking for thinking
in the middle of the night...