Original Poetry

Before the anti-depressants and over medication, I expressed my creative self through acting in high-school and college theatre productions–and through writing poetry.

I’ll never be another Yeats, but my poetry was from the heart.  I wrote about love, loss, friendship, life, and death.  My impressions were clear and my expression was true.  Until I found myself under the care of a bad psychiatrist (and over medicated), I wrote consistently throughout college and well into the first (good) years of my marriage.  The bad therapy all but killed any creative urges I had, but I recovered well enough, and I was able to dig out my poetry journals and relive the good days of my young life.


The Interesting Works

Short Stuff

Around the Campfire

Romance Wars

Circle of Friends

Dark Fantasies

Romantic Nonsense and Bleeding Hearts