: About Me

Writing wise, I have written poetry, short stories, skits, faux commercials, shorts, scripts, and jokes for a variety of sources. I know that everything creative is subjective, so, I don't invest too much into criticism.
Interested parties buy it because they want it. Sometimes, they don't know any better...

I've made money on writing, and I've shelved libraries of my work that nobody has ever seen. Even when I do make money for it, I am more interested in the release than the dollar.

The dollar is good too, and I feel when I get it, I deserved it, and chances are, I deserve more.

If you don't like my work, you are entitled, what a great country eh? If you do, great...great minds think alike, so they say. Maybe we're both morons though...but I won't admit to that, I'm at least that smart. I'm sure you are too.

Anyway, I hope that anything I submit here brings some kind of thought provocation or enjoyment to anyone who reads it...if not, my brief and half hearted apologies in advance.

My passion is ...

overwhelming

I know too much about ...

The Golden Girls

My parents always told me ...

Don't touch that too much, it will fall off.

My childhood ambition ...

was to play until well after dark...then I never went home again

My favorite memory ...

has been lost to early senility.

Why I write ...

because it pleases me more than most things do

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Well...I'm currently re-reading Stephen King's Dark Tower series.

My first job ...

sucked, almost as much as my last one did and probably as much as the next one will

My best moment ...

has not yet happened, though I have faith that it will...

My inspiration ...

is tomorrow

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems

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Abstract Poem number One Spider webs in the mental cave clouding cigarette dreams Poe, standing with Raven Work screams. Wife with empty pockets Feeding the frenzied artist Swimming pool too cold in November Jump drives loaded with pictures And words that spill From that Spider web filled Mental cave Hollowing out With age. TV on upstairs Who cares? The dog can have something To listen to While random typing Floods my cluttered office. Space The final frontier. Hmmm. Rings and things And jelly beans and micro-tapes fill a life That feels empty. Keys to the same thing Litter a free space. I...

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