A Techno-Thriller Author Who Writes Poetry? You must be kidding!

I began writing as a third grader, in Mrs. Hawkins class at Lamar Elementary School in LaMarque, Texas. Mrs. Hawkins was an incredible encouragement to read, giving me an outlet for lots of energy by diving into the new world of books. As a third grader, with her approval, I read "Last of the Mohicans" by James Fennimore Cooper. And I wrote an anthology of poetry for my favorite teacher. It all started there. I wish I still had a copy of those poems. I will never forget the inspiration of Deerslayer and the Leatherstocking Tales.

In 1967, my seventh grade year, I wrote my first serious poem, "Imagination." Mrs. Fessinger was the new mentor, in LaMarque Junior High School, where she pulled many poems out of me in my class role of helper on the school writer's anthology. With her support, and the urging of my parents, I kept a copy of every poem I ever wrote from that point on. I still have them, in their original form, whether hand written or painstakingly tapped on an old manual typewriter.

My family hiked the Appalachian Trail from the southern terminus in Georgia to Roanoke, Virginia, nearly 500 miles north, over a four summer period from 1969 to 1972. I penned many poems during that hike, and they're all in my collection. High school, completed in 1973, brought more serious poems, many of them about my high school sweetheart, to whom I later dedicated my anthology of poetry when I self published it in 1978.

It Only Takes A Spark was a labor of love, in more ways than one. There were no word processors then, just typesetters and dedicated typists. I contracted with a wonderful woman in Houston, Audrey Handley, to type every poem. She turned those words into precious pages, then others made them into offset printing plates. We printed 100 copies, and I paid have the entire book hard bound. Copies went to friends and family. I still have six copies, one for each of my children, my own, and the copy I originally gave to my grandparents, who are now deceased.

59 poems make up the anthology, spanning a period from September 1967, through December 1977. Some of the poems are a window into my heart at the time, others are fun things I wrote in an unsuccessful attempt to get published in Scholastic Magazine. The last poems, as you will discover when you read them, are the most poignant: a lonely college student's poetic questions about love.

Here's the last poem I wrote, many decades ago. I think it's time to pull out my poetry pen again.

Put your heart on paper. Make it fit on one page. Poetry will test the mettle of your writer's skill and refine you into a much better author. A poem is a photograph of images and emotions, captured forever in word.