Books by Christopher Dewey

So there are no excuses here, and not a lot of explanations. I offer you here, my poems, my words, or at least some of them, inadequate as they might be. In any event it makes me smile to think that perhaps some good will come of this path. So it does come down to arrogance after all..the idea that I will make a difference, leave a mark, be well thought of by others..all marks of a man who has not yet resolved the paradox of being.