Six hand-written journals, crammed with travel notes and poems, had been carefully stored in a leather bag which the author had bought on his honeymoon in Mexico. Later on, these precious items were irretrievably damaged by water rising under an elevated house. It was a salutary reminder of the ephemeral nature of things; well, of how precarious it is for poems, handwritten on paper, to be stored in a tropical climate and exposed to the elements!Encouraged by others to publish, the author thought it would be sensible to compile a digital collection of his poetry and to select 55 for publication in this modest volume.
