In the beginning, I thought I was a writer. A little later, I accepted myself as a poet. So did a lot of other people.
Then came the world.
It took over twenty years of silence before I gave myself a another chance. And So, I write. I write of mystics, Zen Masters , Physicists, Photographers, Painters, Punters, and Politicians. I write, I think about Writing, and sometimes, I let myself be read.
I don't like loose ends.
No comments:
Post a Comment