You Will Always Be Here With Me;

What Can I Have That I Still Want?

It Is Clear That We Do Not Exactly Choose Our Poems; Our Poems Choose Us.

The Value Of Solitude - One Of Its Values - Is, Of Course, That There Is Nothing To Cushion Against Attacks From Within, Just As There Is Nothing To Help Balance At Times Of Particular Stress Or Depression.

At Some Point I Believe One Has To Stop Holding Back For Fear Of Alienating Some Imaginary Reader Or Real Relative Or Friend, And Come Out With Personal Truth.

The Minute One Utters A Certainty, The Opposite Comes To Mind.