Flight Is Nothing But An Attitude In

Above All, We Ask The Poet To Teach Us A Way Of Seeing.

Success Produces Success, Just As Money Produces Money.

Smell Brings To Mind... A Family Dinner Of Pot Roast And Sweet Potatoes During A Myrtle-mad August In A Midwestern Town. Smells Detonate Softly In Our Memory Like Poignant Land Mines Hidden Under The Weedy Mass Of Years.

The Visual Image Is A Kind Of Tripwire For The Emotions.

Poetry Is An Act Of Distillation. It Takes Contingency Samples, Is Selective. It Telescopes Time. It Focuses What Most Often Floods Past Us In A Polite Blur.