For 60 years, in diverse, various and sundry formats - primarily Poetry - I have conjured my own birds-eye view of the world, vis-a-vis my own personal array of struggles-joys, Storm & stress. This from my very own marginalized little virtual perch.
This sliver of my ouvre imparts a glimpse of my 70 years, and indeed a cosmic view of one 61-years-a-respirator-dependent-quadriplegic Earth Resident. (Life of the mind and all that.)
Some motorized auto-locomotion on a tiny crumbling isle; and then those vans. And the world. Mortal coil. Spur of inquiry.
Peradventure some adventure, much love and loss: All in splendid verse and marvelous prose.
