gentle rain tapping at blue windows too soon a choir to sing
keep on going the end is a fire you’ve poked with lunacy
till the light begins to make its case tiny lungs of birds advocate
all we do in a hurry is hardly remembered or kept in the end
Born in England to British mom and American Father. As an Armed Forces dependent, residences (England, Bermuda, Oklahoma, Florida, England again, North Dakota and…) often changed enabling extensive travels, mainly Europe.
Even since youth, places lived stateside, plenty. A couple of marriages, children and grandchildren. Education has been rather liberal, although college studies primarily History, Speech, Sociology and English/language arts.
Over the many years have had many poems published within journals such as Aura, Bear Creek Haiku, Ship of Fools, and The Weekly Avocet. Have also delved into other creative mediums besides writing. Those being Photography and Art.
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