Poetry Is Fact Given Over

Love Is A Sweet Thing Caught A Momentand Held In A Golden Eye.

Extending Your Hand Is Extending Yourself.

We Come Into The World Alone. We Go Away The Same. We're Meant To Spend The Interlude Between In Closeness Or So We Tell Ourselves. But It's A Long Way From The Morning To The Evening.

There Is No Other Way To Find Ourselves But In Each Others Faces.

I Am Not A Joiner. Somewhere I Once Said That People Join Clubs Now For The Very Reason They Once Carried Them, A Need For Security. Maybe I'm Alone More Often Than I Should Be, Because I Try To Find Security Within Myself.