A. Michael Sears

Rabble rousing when I should be working, I stumbled across your poems on here. Brilliant, I must say-your perception is phenomenal, and I look forward to reading more.

It might have been God or one of the Muses. I'd say, you have a sky-wide mind, perhaps there's some heavenly recognition of the fact somewhere there?

I figured that I would comment that someone recently called me a 'cheeky varmint.' That's about the nicest thing that any one has ever said to me.