
To breathe the poet has no choice, yet, there is a force that pushes one to completion of a task, looking back, would not be undertaken if one knew the level of commitment necessary Yes, I am grateful to have held steadfast and can appreciate more than ever the gift that...

The poet's walk is known, yet quite unfamiliar in the moment. The mind records an event, the eyes send a view of what's to come, and the soul completes the honor if one has paid attention to the signal. Here forth are the signals I received over the past fifty years.