Feedback is a pleasant thing. I get a lot of letters from unexpected people in unexpected places.

There are two kinds of writer: those that make you think, and those that make you wonder.

When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults.

I have had wealth, rank and power, but, if these were all I had, how wretched I should be.

Whatever creativity is, it is in part a solution to a problem.

We belong to an age where apocalypse is our daily bread, coffee's black, and we know we're part of the abyss. Red Spider White Web is right on target in conveying that understanding. It splinters in the mind... the underworld of the century's imaginings.

The prose poem Walk The Red Road is great stuff and deserves to be read aloud. It compares quite favorably to The Walls Of Emerald by Li Chiang Yen, a Chinese poet of the late Tang period.