I make no excuses for what I’ve placed on these shelves…except the ones my wife purchased, and that’s my excuse too. July 2025.
Poets: novelists without words; always chasing lengthier visions.
Poets ask readers to sail carefully past their well-chosen icebergs.
I thought to render many truths—my first poem took them all. Now what?
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Reporter, editor, photographer. Eighth grade teacher of English and computers. Actor. Quality assurance professional for pharmaceutical manufacturing. And always a writer.
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