On the stem of memory imaginations blossom.
I dabbled in verse and it became my life
Macmillan's rejection had left him very downcast... Patrick Swift was invited to peruse the contents and decided that the poems should be published.
We are not alone in our loneliness, others have been here and known griefs we thought our special own.
What appears in newspapers is often new but seldom true.
God cannot catch us. Unless we stay in the unconscious room. Of our hearts.