There Will Be A Rusty Gun On

Poetry Is A Projection Across Silence Of Cadences Arranged To Break That Silence With Definite Intentions Of Echoes, Syllables, Wave Lengths.

The Secret Of Happiness Is To Admire Without Desiring.

Arithmetic Is Where Numbers Fly Like Pigeons In And Out Of Your Head.

All My Life I Have Been Trying To Learn, To Read, To See And Hear, And To Write. At Sixty-five I Began My First Novel And After The Five Years, Lacking A Month, I Took To Finish It, I Was Still Traveling, Still A Seeker.

I Have Written Some Poetry That I Don't Understand Myself.