I Like To Use Simple Words, But

Poetry And Prayer Are Very Similar.

I Think The Dangers Are Different Now. Our Abuse Of The Planet And Our Resources Is An Anxiety.

What Do I Haveto Help Me, Without Spell Or Prayer,endure This Hour, Endless, Heartless, Anonymous,the Death Of Love?

If We Think Of What's Up Ahead, With Climate Change And Wars Over Water, It's Very Frightening.

I Write Quite A Lot Of Sonnets, And I Think Of Them Almost As Prayers: Short And Memorable, Something You Can Recite.