It's always difficult to condense the meaning of a personal self into a paragraph. And my intro sounds like a verbose e-Harmony advert. It's true regardless of who chooses to capitalize on the idea.
As I'm writing this I am a twenty-five year old male. I would say man, but the term has always confused me. It just has so much baggage. "Man". It's a weighty word for only being three letters.
I've never had a Bar Mitzvah, or gone on Walk-About. I've had no rites. I'm a white suburban Agnostic. I guess I'm just supposed to know when it happens. I haven't felt any grand transformation yet, no one has flipped the "Grown-Up" switch. I can grow a beard that's enough for me. Male will do.
I'm a writer as probably self-evident by my joining a website called "allpoetry". The bulk of my work is actually in short stories, a good amount invested in probably bad poetry, and even some plays. All of it unpublished.
I don't work to support my habit of the written word. I've eked out a modestly comfortable living with the help of modern patrons. First my mother, and then my girlfriend. The price they pay for faith I suppose.
I've swung on swings, and drank too much scotch. I learned to read and grew up to get a DUI with no license. I've cried and laughed and did fuck all else for a quarter of a century. But by volume I've written more than the average lay-about.
As I'm writing this I am a twenty-five year old male. I would say man, but the term has always confused me. It just has so much baggage. "Man". It's a weighty word for only being three letters.
I've never had a Bar Mitzvah, or gone on Walk-About. I've had no rites. I'm a white suburban Agnostic. I guess I'm just supposed to know when it happens. I haven't felt any grand transformation yet, no one has flipped the "Grown-Up" switch. I can grow a beard that's enough for me. Male will do.
I'm a writer as probably self-evident by my joining a website called "allpoetry". The bulk of my work is actually in short stories, a good amount invested in probably bad poetry, and even some plays. All of it unpublished.
I don't work to support my habit of the written word. I've eked out a modestly comfortable living with the help of modern patrons. First my mother, and then my girlfriend. The price they pay for faith I suppose.
I've swung on swings, and drank too much scotch. I learned to read and grew up to get a DUI with no license. I've cried and laughed and did fuck all else for a quarter of a century. But by volume I've written more than the average lay-about.
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- My mood is , and quote is "Usually Annoyed".
- I am a 25 year old guy from Ohio (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm An Eccentric Existentialist.
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- I have 88 comments, 1 column, 27 poems, 4 stories
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Sparrow in the Pine
by the Shed.
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I was born the only son of a Southern poet. Bastard though I am. My whole life I have lived with my aunt and uncle; my parents.
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One day the wealthiest king, of the wealthiest kingdom, decided that he wanted more.
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Alpheus Gauding was old. Far older than he had ever wanted to be. He had however outlived every competitor and bested every enemy. His youn
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- Column: Four Truths: Buddhism and Gary Snyder's "A Berry Feast" at allpoetry
Staring at Gary Snyder’s A Berry Feast through a Buddhist lens is not a hard gaze. The poem inherently lends itself to the perspective. Due of course wholly to the fact that Snyder was a Buddhist. We are our work.
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Xxpoison.kissesxX on June 26Welcome to AP
