Writers Do Not Choose Their

Allow Me To Put The Record Straight. I Am Forty-six And Have Been For Some Years Past.

Poems, Like Dreams, Are A Sort Of Royal Road To The Unconscious. They Tell You What Your Secret Self Cannot Express.

Love Gives Without Taking

Nothing Quite Has Reality For Me Till I Write It All Down--revising And Embellishing As I Go. I'm Always Waiting For Things To Be Over So I Can Get Home And Commit Them To Paper.

I'm Very Dependant. I Fall Apart Regularly.