Now I Am Here - Now Read

I Glory In This World Of Men And Women, Torn With Troubles, Yet Living On To Love And Laugh Through It All.

Anger Is The Most Impotent Of Passions. It Effects Nothing It Goes About, And Hurts The One Who Is Possessed By It More Than The One Against Whom It Is Directed.

Poetry Is A Shuffling Of Boxes Of Illusions Buckled With A Strap Of Facts.

Let The Gentle Bush Dig Its Root Deep And Spread Upward To Split The Boulder.

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