Thank you, I used to be able to write a lot better but it's faded with time. It's like I'm on a steam ship, first I burned the coal, then the furniture and now there's nothing left to burn.
This is my favorite poetry book, it gives an excellent history of haiku Japanese Death Poems: Written by Zen Monks and Haiku Poets on the Verge of Death I always have two copies of it, one to read and give away to someone that I think might like it and a second as a backup.
Staring off into
the distance I find myself
in this waking dream.