This collection of poetry is taken from three periods of my life, about 30 years more or less. Intermittently written. Occasionally edited, I admit.But the best of poems, like fish, are caught and released. If handled too much, they will die from germs. If mounted on the wall in wooden trophy, they will stare dead eyes at you.So, if these here still squirm a little and desperately gasp for the waters from which they were helplessly pulled, they've got some life left in them.
