I’m a retired sculptor, published writer, Reiki Master Teacher, and a constant poet.

The best gift I have ever received has been this website. My son, Kevin, gave it to me

A further cross explanation of the difference between Notebook and Automythology.

My Twitter infraction was embarrassing, however innocent. I didn’t realize I had been infracting. I still don’t understand clearly what spamming is. Vaguely it seems to be the sending of unsolicited messages to people who don’t welcome them. I was posting, not to individuals per se, but rather to publications or to those representing those publications.

I’ve spent a lot of time probing Facebook while in suspension from Facebook. Actually, it wasn’t a total blackout. My pages worked fine. I could post my poetry there as I usually do: one 7 – 40 liner per day. And I could exchange comments with my readers. My timelines worked fine. I was also free to search Groups...

Every time I’ve gone through all my poems, the last two times reading every one, I’ve suffered some embarrassment. At every stage I’ve tried to weed out the weaker ones, the ones that just didn’t seem to belong.

I have some preferences here and some prejudices. I very much enjoy T.S. Eliot’S, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock for instance. It’s one of my favorite of his works. I have read The Wasteland many times and I don’t like it at all. (I don’t like Alfred Hitchcock’s movies either.)