I Born and raised in Michigan, I have always enjoyed the rain and the hypnotic effect it has on me. The rhythmic sounds of rain seem to relax me and open my mind to thoughts of loved ones. It is this state of mind that inspired my poem “Lady in the Mist” and several other poems I have written.
I have had one other poem published. “Close Friends” was actually the first poem I had ever written. I am presently writing an autobiographical novel with a tentative title of “Men Don’t Cry”. It is actually a survival book based on my 24-year struggle with heart disease and diabetes.
When I was a child, I enjoyed drawing horses. I loved the animals so much, that I worked at a stable for free. After I graduated from high school, I served in the US Army, spending time in Europe during the “Berlin Crisis”. I developed my talents as a portrait artist during my time in the military. At Fort Leonard Wood in Missouri, I worked fulltime as an artist for the Army.
After serving in the military, I settled in the Detroit area, working as a firefighter and later learned the art of cabinet-making and fine carpentry, becoming a journeyman cabinetmaker. My experience and expertise landed me a position as carpenter at the Renaissance Center in Detroit, Michigan (one of the largest office complex/hotel in the world, and eventually as the Architectural Department Supervisor.
- Last seen on Nov 4 8:29 PM. Member since March 25, 2006.
- I am a man from Michigan (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm an artist and cabinet maker.
- I have 126 comments, 34 poems, 12 stories
My Stories
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Every Christmas Eve, our whole family (parents, brother, aunts, uncles, cousins, Grandfather and grandmother) would gather together to celebrate. It was usually an elaborate event with all the parents bringing gifts for thei
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While lifting weights in the evening after dinner, it seemed difficult for me to push the barbell over my head. I could lift the weights u
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Driving on the I-696 expressway to an art show, I began to feel symptoms of a heart attack. I had a vague dead feeling in my left arm that wouldn’t go away. I pulled over safely to the side of the roadway and placed a nitro600 words, 6 comments, January 12. In First person, Short story
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On an isolated lake in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan there is a small two-room log cabin, which rests in a clearing adjacent to hundreds of magnificent pine trees. I could step outside and breathe in the brisk morning air
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While lifting weights in the evening after dinner, it seemed difficult for me to push the barbell over my head. I could lift the weights up to my chest with considerable effort but I just couldn’t push them higher. I could no<100 words, November 4
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A study in contradiction,
he’s wearing a black Harley wife beater,
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Sipping gourmet coffee,
looking through the window - Column: Presidential Deception (I at allpoetry
I wrote this during Bush's first term in office
I recall, a few years ago, seeing President George W. Bush standing on a battleship
in the Gulf wearing a flight jacket and announcing to the world and the parents of the soldiers t - Nurtured with love at allpoetry
Homely little bulb
nurtured with love
