i am a word-herder and a dream-chaser. because those two activities put a lot of thoughts in my brain, i write to get them out so they don’t stay in there making things more eccentric than they already are. i write because i don’t always talk well. i write fiction and poetry somewhat for my own amusement and the amusement of others, but also because there are some things in life that are just hard to state in normal terms. so sometimes i use lies to tell the truth — after all, isn’t that what the best fiction is and does?
this blog also features most of the poetry i’ve written during the past five years. go easy on the early stuff. as michelangelo said, i am still learning.
whether poem, essay, song or story, however, this is the theme that i hope runs through it all:
“here i am only trying to describe the enormous emotions which cannot be described. and the strongest emotion was that life was as precious as it was puzzling. it was an ecstasy because it was an adventure; it was an adventure because it was an opportunity.” — g.k. chesterton
