Strange Things Blow In Through

Poetry Is A Search For Syllables To Shoot At The Barriers Of The Unknown And The Unknowable.

The Impact Of Television On Our Culture Is Just Indescribable.

Strange Things Blow In Through My Window On The Wings Of The Night Wind And I Don't Worry About My Destiny.

I Can Remember Only A Few Of The Strange And Curious Words Now Dead But Living And Spoken By The English People A Thousand Years Ago.

The Single Clenched Fist Lifted And Ready, Or The Open Asking Hand Held Out And Waiting. Choose: For We Meet By One Or The Other.