man of monikers, got plenty, count all your fingers,
all your toes, thrown in some eyes and some noses
got me so many, had to make a list, then true,
forget where the heck I put it! In many countries,
they modify me, with a local version of my very
biblical first name!

Some of you spot me very quickly
masquerading as a child or a woman, a writer of only love poetry, nature lover, an island dweller, one who composes standing on one left foot, it’s part of the freedom I crave and cherish,
when I awake each night to
explore the boundaries of my peculiar wordsmithy,
that makes me still crazy after all these years,
(seven decades plus, &  a few tears),
but each moment calls m to me differently,
and who you want to be
when
the powerful urges commences, is just as important as who you are, my imagination and my reality combine
to let me run free with the invention of liberty of fresh perspective.

Jeez!
everybody says your write with the
braggadocio of a native new yorker, so I
figure that ain’t much of mystery, but spend
much months of time by the water, which
modify me, my poems, when under the spell of
them influencers: Sun, Sand, Greenery, an ever-changing
Animal Menagerie, wear a visor of water vistas,
that lap the eyes with saltwater tears.
But to know essential me, suggest this read: