There Is An Eagle In Me That

Revolt And Terror Pay A Price. Order And Law Have A Cost.

Beware Of Advice-even This.

Poetry Is A Projection Across Silence Of Cadences Arranged To Break That Silence With Definite Intentions Of Echoes, Syllables, Wave Lengths.

I Have Often Wondered What It Is An Old Building Can Do To You When You Happen To Know A Little About Things That Went On Long Ago In That Building.

I Have Written Some Poetry That I Don't Understand Myself.