You will not find "onward" on a compass rose.
No one is sure where it goes.
Yet. I. Find. Tomorrow. Each. Time. I. Move. In. Its. Direction.
--is often, and always --
The Only Way To Go
|The abstract hope cannot be illustrated beyond the four letters it contains.|
|A few chapbooks in my collection by Wisconsin poets: |
Jean Biegun, LaMoine MacLaughlin, and Stephen P. Mickey.