There are as many ways to tell a story as there are people to tell them. Some of us work diligently to wring out the pure essence of a story with a minimum of verbiage and others write detailed tomes to ensure they are not relating in a manner that might be considered esoteric. Is one method an art form and the other analytical? Poetry attempts to tell a story that reveals the essence and permits the reader to add details that fit their experience base. Is that esoteric, you be the judge. Or there is the perspective that poets are lazy and another that, “the poet reads his crooked rhyme Holy, holy is his sacrament”( Paul Simon –‘ Bleaker Street’. ) Perhaps we poets fit better into the category of Riddlers, although it is not as important to define who or what we are as it is to read our work and decide for yourself.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
