The Matrix of a poet begins with One.
It begins with Christ, God’s only begotten Son.
The Matrix of a Poet is the Trinity.
The Matrix is always free.
It is the Oracle of life
that does satisfy.
When we love, we multiply.
The Matrix does not divide.
Nothing is elementary in this world.
Not brown, but also the white squirrel.
The Matrix of a poet begins at three.
The poet must trust God and believe.
One Lord, one faith, one baptism.
The poet has not gone to Abraham’s bosom.
The father of many nations is God.
He is God of all all.
God of the big and God of the small.
The Matrix of a poet is peculiar.
The poet does not wear fake fur.
Our publishing goal is to spread the wisdom of one family’s journey through life. Our family has taken on the daunting task of discovering our past, writing through the present, and looking into our future through poetic thought. We write down our feelings and experiences in the most simplistic form known to man, poetry.