Last Year I Was A Judge For

One Will Never Again Look At A Birch Tree, After The Robert Frost Poem, In Exactly The Same Way.

Of Course, You Can't Legislate For How People Are Going To Read.

Words Want To Find Chimes With Each Other, Things Want To Connect.

Confusion Is What We're Living With - Not Being Able To Make Sense Of What's Happening To Us From Day To Day. Whereas Making Sense Is What We're Aiming For - Making Sense.

We Simply Have Not Kept In Touch With Poetry