I've moved on since then. One step at a time. The Motown days, just a memory. Sitting under a street light, stoned. Reading "Leaves of Grass". Crying, I knew there was a way out. A different life. Forty years later I'm firmly rooted in the garden of Desert.

I live in a dwelling I lovingly call "The Shack". Every stick of wood is rubbed with the oil from my soul. Every once of cob carries my sweat. From here flows my lead and charcoal sketches, my melted glass, photos, songs and poetry.

Achievements? Well, none that come with a blue ribbon, thats for sure. I've had the shit pounded out of me more than once. I've always gotten back up and never sought revenge. So, for the few things I've accomplished I've given myself the award of a pat on the back and a good nights sleep. Once in a while the day off.

All photos displayed with my poetry are original. Every photo individually enhanced to suite me and downsized to meet AD requirements.