Often this poet, strolling through the steamy refracted glare of a City Park lagoon, has paused at WXDR-LP New Orleans to cue up eight or ten poems, or pondering more deeply has withdrawn to a darkened studio or soundboard to limn with a fellow poet on the computed misunderstandings of the eternal questions of life, co-existence and depth, while never forgetting to eat Lunch his favorite meal. . . .