Every Now and Again

Some poets write poetry constantly, even make a living at it. Some others get their encapsulators out, only every now and again. This book is by one of those, a person whose occasional fancy was struck by one thing or the other, whose peregrinations could be paused long enough to jot and, perhaps later, to think on the jot. The author asks your indulgence and patience with his years-long maunderings. If you grant him that sort of audience, it's possible you'll join in the acts of discovery these poems convey, or so he hopes.