I have cancelled my publisher, and with it publication of my book on our long marriage (On the Road Again: A Love Story), that details our many gypsy-like moves and adventures, and now I must find a responsible, established publisher. I am putting this out for someone / anyone who might be of help to me. I have been out of the picture for some years and I don’t want in to be part of the established order / disorder of the literary world, I just want to get published and reviewed and into bookstores. Once that happens the rest will follow or not; in any case I will have completed my work. It is not enough to just write or paint, or compose scores, one must be seen, and this is why artists move in herds, and while this may work for the many, it does not work for the individual, whose visions are rarely practical in this “world,” but in that other place that touches eternity, that is at ever odds with today’s “reality,” because he is creating his own truer world, that will outlast the one in which the present day world is engaged. Here is my most recent poem and one of my very best.

TOUCHSTONE

On the stoop just outside the

side door of our kitchen,

the midpoint between the

garden with arbor on one side,

and street on the other.

To be there now as then

fills me with a quiet that belonged

to that world then, the choices so

simple — the outer life that called to me,

and the other inside myself that as yet

had no voice or sense of choice,

just an inner quiet that held me there

in stillness to that moment and place

Being my spirit that was as alive

then as now, my own mystery of Being

existing outside of time, both in me

and far beyond my understanding,

and still now after all these years,

waiting there in the quiet of the unknown.