I was born at Randolph Air Force base near San Antonio, Texas,1952. My father was a pilot for the Air Force and left a month after I was born and was killed a year later in the “forgotten war” that killed over 55,000 US soldiers plus allies. I was raised by a single mother, who is the finest person I’ve ever known. She gave me the love for good literature, especially poetry, and William Shakespeare’s poems and plays, “Macbeth” and “Hamlet” being among them, and his great sonnets. Sonnet 29 is my favorite. I’m also a visual artist and all of the illustrations with my poems I’ve produced. Thank you, dear readers, for taking a few minutes in your busy lives, to read mine. I hope you find something valuable in them.
I like graveyards. They're peaceful and quiet.
Here no one fights or argues, curses or kills.
Here all have reaped the wages of sin: death.
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I didn't do it. I wasn't there!
Why does everyone gasp and stare?
What's that you say? I can't remember.
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As falling snow makes
No sound on the frozen ground,
I meditate in silence.
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