It was early in the afternoon.
We closed the bedroom door
and did what we said we’d do.
My wife asked me to tell her
about what happened to me
when I was a child.
I have seldom spoken about
the unspeakable, undoable,
unthinkable, unbelievable.
All true. We walked through
the secret places of my
childhood sexual abuse.
When I was eight years old,
I lost a lifetime but I didn’t
learn about it until I was fifty.
You listened and loved me with
each word I spoke. You love me
for all that we will share and do.
What I know, all that I hoped for,
longed to do, and deeply desired
would never be the same as we
take a new road together that
rose out of the fire and ashes
of the unspeakable.
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I dreamed of writing during my teenage and college years, but my plans were put on hold in 1965 when I entered the Army. Somehow, a four year enlistment into the Army Security Agency turned into a career! While serving in the Army, my writing skills were honed in assignment after fascinating assignment, e.g., language analyst, basic training drill sergeant, small unit tactics (Cavalry) instructor, Pershing operations sergeant, to name a few. I served as a Vietnamese, Cambodian, and German linguist with tours in Vietnam, Thailand, and Germany. Over twenty years later, I retired from the military and continued to write full time for industry and the private sector.
I have returned to the passion of my youth to write the thoughts of my heart in excellent poetry and fiction. (See the Short Bio page for more backstory.)
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