His Blood Is Black And Boiling Hot,

Poetry Seems To Sink Into Us The Way Prose Doesn't. I Can Still Quote Verses I Learned When I Was Very Young, But I Have Trouble Remembering One Line Of A Novel I Just Finished Reading.

She Comes By Night, In Fearsome Flight, In Garments Black As Pitch, The Queen Of Doom Upon Her Broom, The Wild And Wicked Witch.

Writing Gives Me The Opportunity To Explore Ideas, Play With Language, Solve Problems, Use My Imagination, And Draw On My Own Childhood.

In Masks And Gown We Haunt The Street And Knock On Doors For Trick Or Treat Tonight We Are The King And Queen, For Oh Tonight It's Halloween!

I Look For Poetry In English Because It's The Only Language I Read.