Most of my poetry started out written by pen or pencil on whatever paper was available at the time; such as paper napkins (accompanying a coffee and the compulsory cookie or cake), or the inside of an emptied breakfast cereal box. The poems were collected in a scrapbook, currently residing in the bottom drawer of my filing cabinet. Many were then typed on a small portable typewriter in its tan-coloured case. The scrapbook and typewriter accompanied me by car out of British Columbia, the furthest west province of Canada, down the western coast of the United States through Washington, Oregon, and California. This treasured pair then accompanied me as hand luggage across the Pacific Ocean as I migrated to New Zealand and then Australia.