Words must grow irrevocably tired after long time passing..

I am trapped in a room inside my head and can not find the key for the life of me. So I sit on a ...

I hate poetry. Poets are selfish. Read "Hands that want to..." first. The order is irrelevant otherwise.

un vacio organico: grosero, clandestino.

Born 1962 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

I am a survivor. It seems that no matter how my life knocks me down I am back up and running. I adore music and ...

Author: poetry, fiction and short fiction. Also blog from time-to-time at liverpool-noise.co.uk http://valleypressuk.blogspot.com/ http://enpapier.tumblr.com/ http://jamesmcloughlin.wordpress.com/ http://twitter.com/#!/McloughlinJA Or, you could buy one of my books here ...

Writing and dancing, two things I need in my life. UCSC English Literature graduate, CSUS graduate student working hard for the Masters. My writing is ...

My words may not always be eloquent, but they are true. Writing to purge my soul rather than to please another is cathartic. Enjoy my ...

Boston MA    I am the most normal person you will ever meet. I am a man who aspires to gain no one's attention. My greatest dream is ...