For Me, Prose Walks, Poetry Dances.

I Had A Toy Theater And A Magic Lantern, And When I Was Eight I Built A Stage For Theatricals In The Attic.

Life Is Adventure, Not Predicament.

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.

Everything That Ever Happened Is Still Happening. Past, Present And Future Keep Happening In The Eternity Which Is Here And Now.

In The World Of Poetry There Are Would-be Poets, Workshop Poets, Promising Poets, Lovesick Poets, University Poets, And A Few Real Poets.