Don't Be Surprised If I Demur, For,

I Have Always Thought Of Poems As Stepping Stones In One's Own Sense Of Oneself.

Smile As You Find A Rhythm Working You, Slow Mile By Mile, Into Your Proper Haunt.

The Gift Of Writing Is To Be Self-forgetful... To Get A Surge Of Inner Life Or Inner Supply Or Unexpected Sense Of Empowerment, To Be Afloat, To Be Out Of Yourself.

Anyone With Gumption And A Sharp Mind Will Take The Measure Of Two Things: What's Said And What's Done.

If Self Is A Location, So Is Love: Bearings Taken, Markings, Cardinal Points, Options, Obstinacies, Dug Heels, And Distance, Here And There And Now And Then, A Stance.