Before attempting book-length fiction, I wrote poetry.  It is another
imaginative form of writing that draws me from time to time.  Here is the
poem of mine that won the Robert Frost Poetry Award in 2006.

I spit in the river like a boy,
but nobody saw me,
I made sure of that.
I was dry
after running across the field,
with lungs heaving
and mouth powdery.
It was like that, and I stopped
on the bridge to quench my thirst
by staring at the water.
So I spit.


It was white and chalky swirling
in black water 'till it caught
the current and was lost in the foam
over rocks and broken twigs.
I watched beyond what I saw,
and no one else saw or spoke except
a catbird on the railing.
Poetry Page

      Since winning the Robert Frost
    Award, I have edited a volume of
    more than fifty poems which has
    been  accepted by  Bird Dog
    Publishing.