Writing poetry has to be one of the weirdest experiences on the planet. A person becomes possessed, taken prisoner, by a growing group of words that doesn't let go until arranged just so. It's exactly as if the words are writing me instead of my writing them. Beyond the horizon Press artist books in editions of one to four include: step through the forest word set forth..mind set free refuge in a silver bowl enveloped: sixteen tulip petal haiku artings and wordings beckoned