Quite simply, I love to write. An even greater passion is reading, as important as breathing. I've probably worked at least 150 jobs during the course of my life thus far; I'd have to say radio deejay was probably my favorite (I'm told daily I have a radio voice) . Fry cook proves to be my least favorite, or perhaps dishwasher. I have a beautiful puppy named Magnus; he keeps me honest with play. Every day can prove to be an active adventure if I allow events to unfold without dour speculation.
I've been lucky to live in Wisconsin most of my life, with a few years devoted to Nevada in there for good measure. I love meeting new people in social situations, yet also love quiet contemplation sprawled with my dog reading a good book. I'm technologically sharp but not a slave to the microcircuits. My interest in popular music proves ravenous; I'm constantly looking for new music to bump in the house. I'm fortunate to have a tight group of vital friends who look out for me, and vice versa.
I'm working to inspire with poetry, prose and other written or spoken works. I believe in several business ideas rattling in my head and look forward to launching them. I'm divorced but not bitter about it in the slightest.
I'm skilled at writing, mathematics, computer use and repair, website design, being a friend, recognizing bull within the mass media, political advancement and study, philosophical debate. I take pride in being a clown: sometimes pretending to be completely sloshed and slurring in the mall to get dirty looks, or stepping up to the bar with an Irish accent to score free drinks.
I spend a lot of time thinking about the current political dilemma: American empirialism. My friends pervade my thoughts often as well. Of course, spiritual matters fill me with much needed verve.
Please feel free to introduce yourself if you've found my little bookshelf. I would like nothing more than hearing from you!
Heads propped aloft by the
crutch of dogmatic belief,
savoring each other,
feasting upon flesh-
I toss my focus towards the sky
To ask those knowing stars for truth
They wink at me in mute reply
Shedding rays from my distant youth
More than twelve hundred souls
Meet their watery grave.
German U-boat patrols
Spark a fatal shockwave.
I feel the rage burning from your eyes
As you strike me with your kitchen tool
It's that devil in you I despise
Your vicious tirade smacks me most cruel