Sometimes You Have To Travel

Splendid To Arrive Alone In A Foreign Country And Feel The Assault Of Difference. Here They Are All Along, Busy With Living; They Don't Talk Or Look Like Me. The Rhythm Of Their Day Is Entirely Different; I Am Foreign.

The World Cracks Open For Those Willing To Take A Risk.

Poems Give You The Lives Of Others And Then Circle In On Your Own Inner World.

Where Is It Written That Houses Must Be Beige? Any Dun Colored House Would Look Better If Painted Pineapple, Cream, Ochre, Or Even A Smart Sage.

If You've Got A Plot The Size Of A Car Or A Tiny Yard In Italy, You're Going To Be Growing Tomatoes And Basil And Celery And Carrots, And Everybody Is Still Connected To The Land.