Note From The Author:
This is just a collection of poetry that includes many years of work. Many of these were brought off of the dusty shelves and haven't been edited. To quote Anne Bradstreet:
"Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain,
Who after birth did'st by my side remain. . .
. . . 'mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam.
In Critics' hands, beware thou dost not come,
And take thy way where yet thou art not known.
If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none;
And for thy Mother, she alas is poor,
Which caus'd her thus to send thee out of door."
I believe that says it all. Enjoy (or not), this rather hodgepodge collection.