Strange, It Is A Huge Nothing That

The Gift Of Writing Is To Be Self-forgetful...

It Is Difficult At Times To Repress The Thought That History Is About As Instructive As An Abattoir.

I Am Not A Playwright. A Playwright Would Take "antigone" And Hit It A Few Clouts And Knock It Out Of Shape And Restructure It. My Versioning Was Strictly Verbal.

Between My Finger And My Thumb The Squat Pen Rests; Snug As A Gun. ~from The Poem "digging

A Writer Is Not Different From A Reader, In That The Common Ragbag Of Orthodoxies And Assumptions Is What A Poet Has To Work With As Well.