Why am I the way I am? What do other people think and feel and do? What am I for? How can I help?
Those questions puzzle me as I creep towards my 80th year, and I explore them through poems in my books and in this blog. Phenomenal luck has figured in my making, but that won’t stop me dying one day.
One thing I do know: I’m a writer. Through writing I try to make sense of life, especially (now) the strange experience of growing old. I also love drawing and taking photographs, preferably odd ones.
Talk to me! You know I like it.