Love, War, and Soul was an accident. I never expected to write a collection of poems around a specific theme, and certainly not a book. But, as the old saying goes, sometimes life surprises you. Here’s the story.  I sat on my back porch in an old rocking chair staring at the sunset. It was cold. January in the mountains can be callous. The rocking chair was an old friend. Its paint started chipping months before as the elements took their toll on my companion. That evening the sunset’s colors captivated me, yet they were as burdensome as beautiful. As I … Continue reading The Book: Love, War, and Soul