My first publication of a poem was in April 2004, in Candelabrum in the UK. I have now been published in Ambit and in Rubies In The Darkness in the UK, in The Penwood Review and in Visions-International in the US, in Metverse Muse in India, and online in the Fifth International Anthology On Paradoxism, among others.
The score is now over two dozen poems published or currently scheduled.
It is both satisfying in itself, and disturbing: how much of the past 30 years have I wasted by not concentrating more on writing? When will I live fully by my favourite Castaneda maxim, to "follow the path with a heart"?