As Writers And Readers, As

Between My Finger And My Thumb The Squat Pen Rests; Snug As A Gun. ~from The Poem "digging

There Is Risk And Truth To Yourselves And The World Before You.

The Gift Of Writing Is To Be Self-forgetful... To Get A Surge Of Inner Life Or Inner Supply Or Unexpected Sense Of Empowerment, To Be Afloat, To Be Out Of Yourself.

Nowadays, What An Award Gives Is A Sense Of Solidarity With The Poetry Guild, As It Were: Sustenance Coming From The Assent Of Your Peers On The Judging Panel.

Smile As You Find A Rhythm Working You, Slow Mile By Mile, Into Your Proper Haunt.