These poets (fans of whatever) should be contacting other young poets on their way - not those who have made it, who sit on a star and then have plenty of problems: usually no money, usually the fear their own writing is going down the sink hole.

It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

Death's in the good-bye.

God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.