A story.

Specimen of a Green Beryl Stone Mined in Columbia.

Spring rippled in this year sweet as a song,and I loved every minute of it. I didn’t even complain about the heat of summer. I took it all in stride, but at the thought of winter, I dread the cold winds while the temps are still in the 90s.

A wonder I beheld on the ocean one day – beautiful!

A poem on rain.

A romantic spiel written with my dear friend Ken Bultman.

This idea came to me as I was walking through the woods. It was like a journey. So I sat down and started writing.

What fascinated by eyes! His eyes are two accounts of the color of emerald and in whose diving brightness without blinking.

A poem of love and comfort and redemption.

A living journey into the caverns of Mammoth Caves, Kentucky. Poetic!