What Fault?...
And what fault, mine that my thoughts form poetry and this, from childhood onward? that they've served as a shield, a comforting cloak warm, against cruelty's cold And although when young, I've tasted of love's heady bliss, knew adventure's sweet thrill... Now, I've but black and white starkness these words on paper... still, sometimes I think they are almost enough.
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I have been writing poetry since my late teens. My usual topics are: society and politics, introspection, spirituality, nature and relationships. I have achieved some modest publishing successess, including 3 chapbooks and 3 books. Among the writers...
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