Publisher's Synopsis
I sit for hours, days sometimes with pen in hand staring at a blank page. Words dance and stumble through my mind like tiny pebbles in a rock slide. I sort through the rubble to find the words worth keeping. The ones that will come together and make some sort of sense out of complete nonsense. In a lifetime we are lucky if we have written a hundred poems....Out of which maybe one will be readand remembered.-Vickie Touw, 1982