My great grandfather, Eskie Lee Fitzwater was a blacksmith by trade, and I was fascinated by his little shop with the horseshoe above the door, his whetstone wheel, and forge. I’d often fancied myself as following in his footsteps. Over the years, I have heard of a few female blacksmiths, one in particular, who resides in Flagstaff, Arizona. The skill of crafting metal is captivating.
I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else.
"All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.