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Welcome to the literature portion of my website. (This is what allows me to pretend I have the right to locate my site in the SoHo area of Geocities)

Quoth the Raven, this is a short interior monologue. It is done from the point of view of a young German army lieutenant in World War Two as he slowly descends into madness. Though I wrote it a long time ago (sophomore year highschool) I still find it as fascinating as when I wrote it. Oh, by the way, I already know that its probably full of historical inaccuracies, but I never intended this to be a full blown research piece.

STORIES:

A Puzzle Without Edges, I have just started writing this book, one of the main reasons I have not been to chat as often recently (and why this website is taking so long to build). Right now all I have completed is an introduction and a direction of where to go with it. In this book I am going to take a long hard nose-dive into my own psychie and subconcious, it is going to play as a set of semi-internal monologues. I was inspired to write this book by my own insanity and by Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintanence.

POEMS:

Old Man on the Shore, (Not to be confused with Old man and the Sea) This is one of my favorite poems. It has a lot of personal meaning to me. I wrote it at a time when I was looking back on my life and being forced to make a decision about it. And looking back I realized how many opportunities I had passed up, how brief and precious life really was, and how you have to truly live in every moment. Years after I wrote it, I was asked to read it at a memorial service for one of my friends. It was both one of the proudest and sadest moments in my life. This poem is dedicated to the memory of Raven. No day but today.

The Rock, I was going through a tough time in my life when I wrote this poem. I was playing the part of shrink to all my friends. I was everyone's shoulder to cry on, the person everyone came to to talk about thier problems, and even the solver of a lot of problems. I can't count the number of arguments I smoothed over or mediated for and even between my friends. This wasn't the problem. I still do all this for my friends today. My problem was that I never would go to anyone with my own problems. If something was wrong, I solved it myself. If I felt hurt, I'd suck in my chest, and move on. I took on everyone elses problems but never went to anyone with my own. The water was building behind the dam and sooner or later something was going to give. I wrote this poem when I realized how close I was to losing it, after this I forced myself to open up. I used to be a loner, now I am one of the more open people I know. This poem helped me to that.

TORN SOUL, Isolation is one of the most painful punishments you can enflict on some one. At the time I wrote this, I was living in virtual isolation due to certain medical conditons. I wasn't able to leave the house except to go to the hospital, I couldn't be with my friends. I couldn't find anyone to relate with about all this either. I just couldn't see an end to it all. It was one of the hardest depressions I've ever been in.

HELL, Another treatise on isolation. I have to be honest though, the fonts available in Geocities don't do this visual justice. At home i have it in a Viner Hand ITC font, it just looks amazing. And anyone who says that what a poem looks like doesn't matter is fooling themselves. I like my poetry to be visual art on the page as well.

HOME, Ok, I know that this is a cliche, but I still stand by it. It means a lot to me. Yes it was written to a girl, long ago. One that I still love dearly. This is dedicated to Christine, my best friend for the last 12 years, and my other half.