The only problem that I have with Stephen Ratcliffe's poetry, albeit a "game-changing" problem (Take that, I took that, Good Ms. Huffington, smiles), is that it virtually makes most all of my own impulses to write futile. I mean, when stuff is this good, what else is there ever to do? It's TOO dang b e a u t i f u l, dang it all, Stephen! Now, AT BEST, I can only hope to renew study of Stephen R's and Bob G's and Joanne K's and Larry E's poetry and maybe, AT BEST, figure out a way to follow in their naked holy shoes:
Click link to the rite!
You'll never respect me again if you do...
But go ahead, anyways, and CLICK: R e m a r k s o n C o l o r / S o u n d