Update, Dec 6, 2015
I stopped writing for awhile. I do that sometimes, but this time was because I was too consumed in needing validation. My loving future-wife had been quite irritated about my ‘neglect/abandonment’ for awhile, and asked if I had I read someone’s writing and it spoke to me. I said I had. And she said that is why I need to keep writing. Someone else might need to know they aren’t the only one feeling what they are feeling. I need to get out what I’m feeling. And she’s right. So I came out of a different closet and let my writing out again despite how fucking pretentious that sounds.
But seriously. I hope maybe some part of it helps.
Written Mar 12, 2015
Here is a mixture of personal essays, stories, poems, and miscellaneous types of writing.
It is an attempt to make art, not angst; and say something with reverence and not feel overwhelmed; and to verbally balance hard and soft.
This page keeps evolving. At the moment, I have decided to focus writing about my experience living with Bipolar disorder. The description is generic for reason: I do not want to make promises.
Anyway…thanks for reading.