Once read, is not enough. Each poem is its own flavor one must taste again and again. We become fellow travelers to his world of which we suddenly find ourselves quite familiar with. You will find yourself in a place where love still exists, family is still strong and unbreakable even in death. You'll find yourself remembering your first love, your only hero, and the smell of her hair or the touch of her lips. Of heartaches of pain that one thought would never end. His imagination produces poetry of surpassing beauty and importance. This author presents all the seismic shifts and conflict life has to offer and still urgently savors the warmth of the sun in mid December. Beverly Spangler
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