Combat Boots story...

In my one room I rented, spend many hours alone looking out the window. Cheap place, $70 a week. Didn't have much, a dresser, a single bed and a two tier book case half filled with my favorites...Anna Kavan, Djuna Barnes and Rilke. And yes of course, a radio.

Just when I think I had given up writing poetry, compulsion of emotions were determined to be heard. Emotions I desperately blamed for my pain. I felt way too much.