Routine Is Not A Prison, But The

A Garden Is Always A Series Of Losses Set Against A Few Triumphs, Like Life Itself.

Words Are My Passion / And Out Of Them And Me / I Would Create Beauty.

I Find That When I Have Any Appointment, Even An Afternoon One, It Changes The Whole Quality Of Time. I Feel Overcharged. There Is No Space For What Wells Up From The Subconscious; Those Dreams And Images Live In Deep Still Water And Simply Submerge When The Day Gets Scattered.

There Is Only One Real Deprivation... And That Is Not To Be Able To Give One's Gifts To Those One Loves Most.

Your Poems Will Happen When No One Is There.