Having written songs for a number of years as a hobby, the time has come to dust off, polish and build on a few decades of writing about joy, angst, introductions, endings and everything in between. For years, the music came first. If there was more to say, words followed. More recently, the words have led the way. They have become songs, poems or stories. A recent, favorite poem (unpublished) is called Phobic Collector. It refers to the dark persona we as writers/composers sometimes adopt to feed our creativity. It reflects a roving, detached surveyor of life and it’s details. As the dust comes off, I am enjoying these memoirs of and inspirations from … years of roving.