What, No Smiley Face?

What, No Smiley Face?

In my junior year of college, I wore my favorite pair of hip-hugger bell bottoms—soft denim, salmon in color—with an orange sad face patch on the right back pocket. The patch was my protest not against the Vietnam War that raged at that time, but against optimism,...
A Dream for the Decades

A Dream for the Decades

My dream of publishing a book of poetry might have begun when I was a teenager, writing overly-religious poems until graduating from high school, but it began to take deeper roots in the late 70s and early 80s when I began to write poems I considered worthy of being...
Dreams as Inspiration

Dreams as Inspiration

I have read the poems in my collection numerous times while editing, revising, and reviewing each iteration of the manuscript and the digital and paperback proofs.  I am also in the process of compiling about 40 poems for a possible sequel to A Consecration of the...