I Think, In These Days,

Rather Than Starting Inside, I Start Outside And Reach The Mental Through The Physical.

I'm Kind Of Hooked To The Game Of Art And Literature; My Heroes Are Artists And Writers.

Give Me Songs To Sing And Emerald Dreams To Dream And I'll Give You Love Unfolding.

Listen, Real Poetry Doesn't Say Anything; It Just Ticks Off The Possibilities. Opens All Doors. You Can Walk Through Anyone That Suits You.

I Offer Images-i Conjure Memories Of Freedom That Can Still Be Reached-like The Doors, Right? But We Can Only Open The Doors-we Can't Drag People Through.