Joy Is For The Simple

I Am Awakened Each Dawn Increasingly To Fear.

Only One Ship Is Seeking Us, A Black-sailed Unfamiliar, Towing At Her Backa Huge And Birdless Silence. In Her Wakeno Waters Breed Or Break.

To Start At A New Place Is Always To Feel Incompetent & Unwanted.

How Little Our Careers Express What Lies In Us, And Yet How Much Time They Take Up. It's Sad, Really.

One Of The Great Criticisms Of Poets Of The Past Is That They Said One Thing And Did Another.