A Rickety Skiff

Poems

I cannot escape the sense, sown with desire that this head-scratching labyrinth of a life is but a dream with a strange story-line a dream from which we will one day wake wondering what it all could have meant as we ditch the creeping clouds of night and step into the day of an untried world unplugged, clear-eyed, infant souls again.
—from What in the World