It’s cold. The rain is steady
and cold. Not a soul outside,
Just me. There goes a bird.
Another bird from a different
tree. The rain is stopping soon.
I’m hopeful on Fridays because
COVID–19 is leaving and Sunday
is coming.
Then Sunday passes. The call
will come. Maybe not today.
Maybe tomorrow because
Sunday is coming.
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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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