“A writing stream is my tide of reason.”
“Open all your pores and bathe in all the tides of nature, in all her streams and oceans, at all seasons.”
“I remember the fire, it burns bright, always around me. I close my eyes, and tears stream out. The tides of the past seize me, bear me out to sea.”
“The tide was a poem that only time could create, and I watched it stream and brim and makes its steady dash homeward, to the ocean.”
“Somebody is observing my writings, I know that.That's one reason why I keep reading and writing.”
“My friend is composing an epic in Byronic stanzas entitled "True History of Autua, Last Moriori" & interrupts my journal writing to ask what rhymes with what: - "Streams of blood"? "Themes of mud"? "Robin Hood"?”