: About Me

What about me is there to tell? It would be difficult to sum it up, but if you will allow me I shall share a condensed slice of this life's pie. I am a simple yet complex man of varied interest that has spanned five decades. I am a dedicated husband to my wife Leah and we live in the small town of Belton, South Carolina. My wife is an eccentric artist who has divulged her inner soul to me and brought new meaning to the word "pretty". We have seven cats that are in constant need of affection and unfortunately unlike the cats, we only one life to live.

I have a full time job as a quality & calibration technician in a local manufacturing facility nearby. When I am not at work, I am usually out in the countryside with my wife; she with her artist paints in hand and I with my camera in tow. It is here in the quiet places of our mind that we create. I am also a published author of two books of prose and have had numerous articles and stories published in newspapers and magazines on a local and national level. Our dream through affirmation and faith is to retire someday very soon to the coastal plains of Georgia where there we shall create both visually and literally all of our remaining days.

My passion is ...

My Wife...My Art

I know too much about ...

about not knowing Enough

My parents always told me ...

" But for the grace of God; their go I"...be thankful in all things

My childhood ambition ...

I wanted to be a ball player

My favorite memory ...

Kissing my wife for the first time

Why I write ...

To open the soul

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Gustav Mahler

My first job ...

Picking Peaches

My best moment ...

When I said "I Do"

My inspiration ...

My Wife

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Responsibility

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The mountain & The Sea: Wary is the old mountain as is calls out to the sea. Deep are its transgressions; deficient of responsibility. Thunder and rain cascade down the old mountains side. The sea roars and crashes, never to peace do they abide. Inch by inch the sea steals against the hard granite base. Ages have come and gone, and the sea continues to chip away. The mountain cries out for the might sea to subside. The sea ignores this desperate and feeble plea. It crashes even more, washing now away the remnants of me.

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