I called it a baptism in flaming ink that forced me to shed my shyness about recognizing myself as a poet and to accept the fact that life had never given me any choice in the matter. And then I had to discover exactly what that meant.

Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.

The literary artist lends verbal depth to the visual. The visual artist provides visible articulation for the literary.

First steps are always the hardest but until they are taken the notion of progress remains only a notion and not an achievement.

The study of history empowers nations and individuals with an ability to avoid errors of the past and lay foundations for victories in the future.

Art gives its vision to beauty not always recognized. And it surrenders freely -- whatever power it possesses to every sincere soul that seeks it. But above all else--it presents us with the gift of ourselves.

Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.