If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Razor Carving this same face out of soap, each morning slightly less perfectly
Trust yourself. Think for yourself. Act for yourself. Speak for yourself. Be yourself. Imitation is suicide.
The Dalliance of the Eagles Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled…