I Credit Poetry For Making This Space-walk

Without Needing To Be Theoretically Instructed, Consciousness Quickly Realizes That It Is The Site Of Variously Contending Discourses.

I Don't Miss Teaching. I'm Learning To Take My Time For Myself.

If Poetry And The Arts Do Anything, They Can Fortify Your Inner Life, Your Inwardness.

Now It’s High Watermark And Floodtide In The Heart And Time To Go. The Sea-nymphs In The Spray Will Be The Chorus Now. What’s Left To Say? Suspect Too Much Sweet-talk But Never Close Your Mind. It Was A Fortunate Wind That Blew Me Here. I Leave Half-ready To Believe That A Crippled Trust Might Walk And The Half-true Rhyme Is Love.

Whether It Be A Matter Of Personal Relations Within A Marriage Or Political Initiatives Within A Peace Process, There Is No Sure-fire Do-it-yourself Kit.