I just wanted to tell you about brown eyed Carolynn , the sweetest little girl I've ever laid two eyes upon .. They say Harrison looks just like his Grandfather ,  growing bigger by the hour , as tall as his father one day if that's even possible .. Mary Ellen has turned my world upside down , you two would absolutely adore one another , I can't wait to look over and see her pretty face every morning ! I've lost the beard plus a hundred or so pounds , traded in farm life for the woods in Chattahoochee Hills .. Mom is feeling better and doing what she loves , eating Chinese food and watching old shows .. Just thought I'd check in with you for awhile tonight and keep you up to date on all that is good in my life ! Later ....

If your a new writer looking for a lesson on poetry then take off all your clothes and open every curtain and/or blind in your dwelling ! You will need to control your fear of shame and humiliation from the very beginning , if you can't handle the rough stuff then go easy on yourself and stick to writing fiction !

Across the superiority of natures wardens where watchful eyes
lay claim to natural , devoted miracles ... Where the gracious minions of the animal kingdom practice love for the land and upmost respect for the living waters that flow above and beneath her .. Plants of myriad shape and size in relentless travel skyward , in journey toward life giving rays of Sun at the crack of Dawn ..
A feast on the remnants of the brilliant canopy , surrendering leaves that free themselves of physical struggle to return to the soil below , to mingle once again amongst relative and benefactor , born anew ...
The episodic , audible travails of Winter zephyr , struggling through deep southern pine thicket in brazen attempt to cull brown straw cover , forever lost in briar bramble and Water Oak , Sycamore and Dogwood ..

I cannot lose the images, though I try
still the memories of Dragoon imbue my mind
evenings beneath agave moons, full bloomed
the silhouetted century plant flowers
the day's last light, the final sun shadows
our night hikes under Venus skies
signaled the fall, the bright blinking call
of night sweeping stars, and too the flashing,
the sparkling gold of our two souls
unearthed amid the giant stones
ancient, sacred through the ages
in the moments of truth
when love finds a home.

Step upon rose petals
One by one gently
Don't hesitate


life is a continental dispersity
                            Grab your depth
                             Onto what's left
                              Unsaid and do

                                                       Transfix the sunrays
                                                        G­ather them in a left
                                                         Hand, handful burn
typhoons of tender typographies churn

Grab the liar by the hair roots
And pull yourself out of muddy