My life was changed by a small place in South Carolina. I carry those memories in many ways. Much of my desire to write comes from the years behind Miss Jackson's home in a small 28' travel trailer. I guess it was a detoxifying experienced. It was in this small place that I met my soulmate as she and I sat by my small campfire. I still had much growing to do, but I do consider it the seed event.
I've never considered myself to be much of a writer, and that is probably evident in my poems. I mean, I don't want to cheapen what I am trying to do; I really try to write what I feel - it's obviously not in my comfort zone. I've started the blog to give my words a place to live. Knowing that they are "out there" helps contend with the feelings of insignificance in a world filled to the brim with amazing, talented, and interesting people.
I don't want my life to pass me by without attempting to write poetry. It would be like living in a home without a wonderful wife, children and a piano that can be played by other than me...
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| Me - husband, father... poet of sorts |
