Jan 18, 2009, 7:04 PM
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At nearly 68, it seems odd to claim to be new. On the other hand, the essence of creativity is always new. Slogged through 30 years of reading and grading composition papers, squeezing out or downright stealing time to write poetry because poems will out themselves. Find now I am way behind. The poems that were published were few for lack of time to send them out. Now I send them out, plenty of end time in my life, but find myself discouraged at the rejections. Yet I can't quit writing. Ether words. Simultaneously essential and non-essential.