Life in a Language Permeated by Fear

I write of life in a language permeated by fear...dreadfully suppressed memories of the child beaten by a drunken father, waiting for fate to forgive me. A carbon copy repeated in brutal patterns and destroying the faith of my family: my wife and two daughters.

They bore the brunt of my alcoholic dependence, which ultimately resulted in divorce and alienation. This tormented man, when challenged about being drunk and abusive, plunged further into darkness...The lonely period without a word from them and then finally seeking help in rehabilitation... five years of sobriety leading to forgiveness and reconciliation.

This book of verse is a visionary journey.