I'm Happy To Report That My Inner

Some Artists Shrink From Self-awareness, Fearing That It Will Destroy Their Unique Gifts And Even Their Desire To Create. The Truth Of The Matter Is Quite Opposite.

The Most Astonishing Joy Is To Receive From The Muses The Gift Of A Whole Lyric.

Poetry For Me Is As Much A Spiritual Practice As Sexual Ecstasy Is.

The Only Limits Are, As Always, Those Of Vision.

My Earliest Poems Sing Of The Absolute Necessity Of Allowing Love To Invade And Pervade One's Life. That Can Make The Miracle Happen In Reality. Try It.