Most of my poetry started out written by pen or pencil on whatever paper was available at the time; such as paper napkins (accompanying a coffee and the compulsory cookie or cake), or the inside of a emptied breakfast cereal box. The poems were collected in a scrapbook, currently residing in the bottom drawer of my filing cabinet. Many were then typed on a small portable typewriter in its tan coloured case. The scrapbook and typewriter accompanied me by car out of British Columbia, the furthest west province of Canada; down the western coast of the United States through Washington, Oregon and California. This treasured pair then accompanied me as hand luggage across the Pacific Ocean as I migrated to New Zealand and then Australia. The typewriter was eventually sold at a garage sale leading up to our most recent move in 2002. At some point my much travelled friend was replaced by a computer (Commodore 64, I believe). After many computer upgrades, I now have all my prose poetry collection saved on my desktop and backed up on a USB stick. As I have exposed my emotions and interests to you in this collection of poetry, I trust you have been touched by at least one of them.