Hope Is An Echo, Hope Ties Itself

I Can Remember Only A Few Of The Strange And Curious Words Now Dead But Living And Spoken By The English People A Thousand Years Ago.

To Be A Good Loser Is To Learn How To Win.

Poetry Is The Cipher Key To The Five Mystic Wishes Packed In A Hollow Silver Bullet Fed To A Flying Fish.

Poetry Is The Capture Of A Picture, A Song, Or A Flair, In A Deliberate Prism Of Words.

Enough Small Empty Boxes Thrown Into A Big Empty Box Fill It Full.