Once upon a time there was a little boy in Decatur, Georgia, who just couldn’t keep his hands away from every pencil, crayon and marker in reach.  It started innocently enough--- a scribbled name in untrained block letters here, then a juvenile cursive script there.  Before the adults had fully  grasped the magnitude of the young lad’s obsession, he had gone from penning sloppy autographs to writing full-fledged stories.  By adolescence he was writing evocative, confessional poetry that made young girls emotional and amateur pornography that made young boys libidinous. (Well, let's face it-- they're boys after all, and kinda born that way!) As he often described it, poetry was “cheaper than therapy”, and except for one very memorable night of “rolling” a classmate’s front yard, just as effective at exorcising the teenage demons. By the end of high school, he already had one novel under his belt (a lot more effective than a sock!), and by the time his friends had finished college, he’d finished two more volumes of poetry and his first play.

Now we find the forty-year old auteur plying his craft on the 21st-century street corner known as the internet, earning money to support his “habit”, which now includes no fewer than two novels in progress and a steady but slower stream of poetic therapy. Here you may contract him for professional and personal writing services, purchase poetry and plays, and even make a contribution to The Sabbatical Project, which ultimately will allow the writer to spend a year working for himself instead of “the man”.

Please take some time to peer into my dubious and often rambling brain on my blog, and to wander my “stacks”, as the librarians call them. On the poetry pages you’ll find a master index cross-referenced by title and theme, conveniently loaded with more hyperlinks than you can shake a stick at, as my grandmother was fond of saying (well, she never said “hyperlink” a day in her life, but she did like the stick analogy). Those of you who always rent “director’s cut” movies and listen to the audio commentary will enjoy the Annotated versions throughout the collections, where I spill the beans on how the poem had come to be and other footnotes.

I hope you’ll find something that speaks to you. If you do, and you’d like to speak to me, please e-mail me with the links provided or post your own responses to the blogs, as appropriate. Your presence here is most appreciated. Blessings of God’s peace to you on your journey!