Depending Upon the Muse marries now to then and causes the mind to do backflips and spiral inward to wonder where it is ... here or there. And inside this wonderment, there is a grand disorientation and genius at work taking thought patterns from different realms and polishing each poem to a soft glow that pampers the heart and a harsh eloquence that nips at the soul. These poems are the pit bull guardians of remembrance and the soldiers of the dog days to come.
