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.