The Sound Of A Word Is At

A Poet Is Not Something You Become; A Poet Is Something You Are.

Children Seem Naturally Drawn To Poetry - It's Some Combination Of The Rhyme, Rhythm, And The Words Themselves.

We All Need Ways To Express Ourselves, And Poetry Is One Of Mine.

His Blood Is Black And Boiling Hot, He Gurgles Ghastly Groans. He'll Cook You In His Dinner Pot, Your Skin, Your Flesh, Your Bones.

It's Halloween! It's Halloween! The Moon Is Full And Bright And We Shall See What Can't Be Seen On Any Other Night. Skeletons And Ghosts And Ghouls, Grinning Goblins Fighting Duels Werewolves Rising From Their Tombs, Witches On Their Magic Brooms In Masks And Gown We Haunt The Street And Knock On Doors For Trick Or Treat Tonight We Are The King And Queen, For Oh Tonight It's Halloween!