Is often called a barroom poet slash outlaw . Who's work has been featured in some mags that clearly do not care about good taste or morals .
When not living as a total recluse drinking his liver silly and watching ****, He often enjoys long drives by himself picking up hookers but enough bout his ex wife.
His short stories usually revolve around some demented ******* much like himself .
He currently resides in hell or as others call it North Carolina . Where him and his dog share drinks and take turns being the designated drunk driver .
His work will probably give you a contact high or at least the clap.
Just for once, Let me be, The metaphor, Of your poetry, The chapter, Of your novel, And the melody, Of your song, Let this writer, Be the topic, Of the piece you write, Just for once, Let me be the one, Your poetry is all about
A poem, is brushed upon canvas-like page, as witter dips into paint-can of creative mind.
Colorful phases get mixed for perfect hue of expression, to match their feelings.
Brush strokes, get dabbled across fields of white until the perfect vision is accomplished.
And then...after working their craft born is a masterpiece like that of Michael Angelo and Rembrandt.
Blessings to the poet, who is in a class of their own.
Quote of day got transformed into more nourishing detail. LOL Quote is ...A poem is written when one dips into a paint can of creative jargon and splashes it onto a page.
Some people wake up and shower into their day. Other people eat breakfast to sooth stomach. While still others mount their horse of challengers to ride moment.
Me, I write scribing thoughts destined for page Thoughts, as poet within revs up motor of heartbeats to celebrate day.
