SHORN SHARER is a blend of poetry and frank discourse, as related mainly to the concerns of America's Black population. It has found its way upon your shelves because that spirit in America, which continually allows the death and dying about the world to be redressed with a footnote only, confounded my soul.

   Presently has that spirit locked up the ballot box and struck links of constriction upon the rights of the American people and upon the glory of America--a glory true Americans had garnered in our behalf, had placed tenderly in our keeping. Presently, perhaps, the Spirit, leading from the Divine, has returned, touching many voices. Thus, as of the many, do I offer this voice of concern--SHORN SHARER.

   Of course, in my neighboorhood, the South, vocation ment "service to man," or, on a higher level, "service to God." The impetus for work, striving, places the emphasis for doing upon the needs of another--nor upon self. I chose to teach.

Shorn Sharer

...towards greater understanding.

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This choice, of course, meant attaining higher knowledge. It meant preparation of a special type, meant securing certificates and licenses. Knowing this, I strove to do acquiring the necessary items and exeriences. As things developed, first would I become an art teacher--later requiring ever higher learning. Thus would I become an art/English teacher--with credentials in reading. In each case, was ever the middle school my heart of hearts.


    Yet, it would not last.Again was I made to consider--and to reconsider. I left my teaching position, then back to higher education--this time it was something of which I wanted no part. This was the course of the devinity--a theological program in Atlanta, Georgia. Unto this way did I apply self and soul, but my spirit longed for my "heart of hearts." I left. I left to reclaim my art, my writing, and my music.

    Presently, am I soaking up the "flavors" of the West, residing in eastern Wyoming, in the historic city of Sheridan--the through way for east coast to wast coast. Perhaps, one may go in either direction, if this is the suggestion. For, presently, maters within our American borders are in need of attending to. My soul has become confounded by the present "spirit" in America-- the allowing the death and dying about the world with but a footnote; the locking of the ballot box; the constricting of the rights of the American people; and the diluting of the glory of America passed on and embraced until this present generation.