Biography of Seth Proch
The twenty-something son of a minister from southern Connecticut, Seth was born and raised in the Adirondacks of upstate New York. From a young age, Seth was an awkward child, and saw himself as a loner. He always had the nagging feeling that he had been born with the sole purpose of becoming a tortured artist. This made things between him and God quite turbulent at times, and their relationship is complicated at best. Presently the two are not on speaking terms. Surrounded by the beauty of nature all his young life, Seth believed the world was a simple place, and that there must have been some sort of devine order in the world. Upon moving to Connecticut, and more specifically, into the New Haven area, he abandoned such childlike ideals and embraced the choas and despondency of suburbia. Seth writes only when he feels inspired to, and his poems and prose follow a wide range of topics. To date, he has written about such things as self mutilation, death, self deprication, anarchy, war, starvation, depression, enlightenment, his cynical view of religion, and his personal relationships, but above all else his focus has been love, which is the ultimate evil, ultimate good and thus an infinite source of inspiration for his writing.
- And A Rock Feels No Pain, And An Island ...
- Life, In A Cracking Nutshell
- Destiny, Or The Prisoner
- Hit and Run
- An Ocean Full of Lies (My Cell Phone Rin...
- Drink Up, Swallow Hard, Keep It Down
- I'm Growing Vines That Cling To These Ha...
- Corruptable Platforms, Or The Light At A...
- Made From Sugar So It Tastes Like Sugar
- The Passing Of Gary
- The Passing Of Leanne... She Lived, But ...
- Romantically Yours
- Rainy Days And Mondays...
- Fire Fighter
Hit and Run
His eyes burried in a novel,
She entered the room,
He awoke from his world of fiction,
Greeting her with a half hearted smile,
It was not returned.
With a phrase she left him once again,
'I just wanted to make sure we were clear'
He had nodded silently,