I Cut My Teeth As

Africa? A Book One Thumbs Listlessly, Till Slumber Comes.

I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

My Poetry Has Become The Way Of My Giving Out What Music Is Within Me.

We Shall Not Always Plant While Others Reap

The Key To All Strange Things Is In Thy Heart..../ My Spirit Has Come Home, That Sailed The Doubtful Seas.