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I grew up rural working class. Much of my work is raw and from experience.
Many stories and poems published worldwide.

2014 Pushcart Prize nominee. (more)

''They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes,
Within a dream.''


Poem - Cowboy


Sometimes I’m so lost
I don’t know what to do with myself
Other times I think I know
But I stumble along
Like a fool in the dust
Desperate for one measly drop.

I come across a poem
From a kindred spirit
And feel it
In every cell.
Or come up with a paragraph
Or a single sentence
That’s worth something
And I know I’m where I’m supposed to be.


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