(Photo of Rich Ferguson courtesy of Cat Gwynn)
Plug yourself into the electric present moment jukebox, sing yourself into the total sensurround sounds of now. Wash your hair with sudsy, bubbly playgrounds of wow; give your scalp a good laugh. Imitate a ringing phone; see how long it takes for someone to pick you up. Allow music, merriment & the moon to always find you, no matter how far you may sometimes fall inside yourself. Spread some traffic jam on a piece of toast; take a bite, swallow it without an ounce of road rage as a chaser. Sit peacefully with your hands on life’s steering wheel. Rest assured your heart is your copilot.
The Juice Bar 
Rich is exactly what your poems are…delicious morsels of magic. You always pack a punch Rich, you rock & roll your words, you are “the gangster of poetry!”