: About Me

I'm an ecclectic individual who likes to consider himself well rounded and well grounded. I've worked in the jewelry industry, the restaurant industry, for Home Depot, for Telemarketeers, and now I pursue my novel writing and supplement it with singing for Funk Thunder, a jazz/funk fusion group. You will find more details of my life at my website: www.RobertsWriter.net or for my music site, check out www.myspace.com/Funkthunder . My home page on my Robertswriter site has links which detail projects and point you towards blogs. Have fun, and it's a pleasure meeting you.

My passion is ...

Writing, Music and Art

I know too much about ...

I never know enough.

My parents always told me ...

to explore other cultures like a child

My childhood ambition ...

Was to become an archelogist

My favorite memory ...

too many to mention, but meeting charo was in there and my trip to Asia

Why I write ...

for my own therapy and to help and entertain others

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

a book on the Punk movement "Just kill me", enjoy The Deadliest Catch and I listen to everything but classical, country and rap

My first job ...

Newspaper boy- age 12

My best moment ...

Too many to name

My inspiration ...

the evolution of the human spirit

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love expressed

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Titled: The Butcher and the Chef: Once classified by other women as a whore, She waits: For anyone. The butcher is first on the cutting block. With every blow by his instrument, Another sinew is sliced, Till in the end there are only tears. The cleaver: In the grip of a masculine hand coldly carves random flesh, for consumption. A fatty piece, Turned hard, Remains soft at the loin, Sweet and juicy. Initial proceedings, Perfect to the butcher's eye: cleaned and prepared feelings avoided: satisfaction Meat is simply sustenance to a hungry palate, Nourishment. Stales. A chef's fingers, Vision...

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