Seeking truth with words
would yield as much substance as...

Go to the mailbox for me
just open it up and look...

Crushing, brutish struggle,
head gripped harshly...

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

Mediterranean cruise has me addicted
to sitting in my armchair at the railing...

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...