“There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.” …Walter Wellesley “Red” Smith
I have been a secret writer for most of my life. I finally came out of the closet about ten years ago. Through serendipity and the support of a writing group called WomanWords, everything changed. Sitting around my kitchen table with this group of talented writers, I began the writing life I always wanted and am working hard to make up for lost time.
I’m lucky. I live in an area that has an abundance of good writers and a flourishing poetry community. A perfect mix to hone my craft. My informal learning channel has been and continues to be the New York State Writers Institute who brings in the best writers and poets in the country to participate in seminars and hold readings. I’ve attended many writing workshops throughout the country and the Hudson Valley Writers Guild has many programs, workshops, and resources. So here I am ten years later having written four poetry chapbooks, my father’s memoir, and now I have finished this book.
Writing Standing on the Corner of Lost and Found has been a labor of love (well, most of the time). During the seven years it’s taken me to write and rewrite it, I was never sure whether it or I would be ready to say, it’s time. Yet, here we are.
Woman Sitting in a Café and Other Poems of Paris
Java Wednesdays Anthology
I Am A Fortunate Man
Chronogram, Poets Canvas, DuPage Valley Review, Byline, Women’s Synergy,
55 paperplates, Mom’s Literary Magazine, Knock, Willow Tree Poems, among others