... poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.

I am on the cusp of change and the curve is shifting fast.

Guilt and defensiveness are bricks in a wall against which we all flounder; they serve none of our futures.

Change is the immediate responsibility of each of us, wherever and however we are standing, in whatever arena we choose.

My fear of anger taught me nothing.

I am deliberate and afraid of nothing.

In the recognition of loving lies the answer to despair.