nail me down in a box of words
and that box is your coffin

the way im gonna tell it is this: born the same day as george ohsawa, but many years later, i have died a thousand times since, but still survive to write these lines not quite sure why anyone should think that they can rely on what i might have to say about myself, so that's it...read the rest of the words on this site , and my others, and if you dont have a feel for the way this spiral spins you never will

but just in case personal history really is important to you let me tell you this: my poems, essays and talks all come out full born and bleeding i dont have the patience nor understanding to review and edit them, and never considered them to be mine anyway

and these are amongst the wordwrights i have loved: arthur rimbaud, ts eliot, dylan thomas, bob dylan, leonard cohen, robert hunter, robin williamson, francis thompson, rumi, hafiz, kabir