How Would You Prepare To Die On

Time Hates Love, Wants Love Poor,/but Love Spins Gold, Gold, Gold From Straw.

She Stood Upon A Continent Of Ice, Which Sparkled Between Sea And Sky, Endless And Dazzling, As Though The World Kept All Its Treasure There; A Scale Which Balanced Poetry And Prayer.

Poetry, Above All Is A Series Of Intense Moments ­ Its Power Is Not In Narrative. I'm Not Dealing With Facts, I'm Dealing With Emotion.

Between 9am And 3pm Is When I Work Most Intensely

You Can Find Poetry In Your Everyday Life, Your Memory, In What People Say On The Bus, In The News, Or Just What's In Your Heart.