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First thanks to Philipe for recommending a couple of my short stories.
I began writing in 2000 on a dare. Back when god was a little boy I majored in Mass Communications mainly because I didn't have to take math
- the rest is abbreviated, trust me, you don't want to know the real story.
After working for several years in radio, making no money, I decided I needed to get a real job so I went back to university and got a graduate degree in Information Systems, fucking MATH!
Flash forward 20 years and I finally have a name to go with my, ehm, personality, Bipolar Disorder. I started talking to people on a support group and one day described my image of Bipolar Disorder. When I was finished bullshitting, one person said, "that was poetic, you should write that down," to which I replied, shit, I can't write. Well, she dared me, I wrote it and that poem, Black Dog - though refined a little - appears in my new book of poetry, Voices in My Head.
You can read more about the book at www.poetrysz.org , www.mindfirerenew.com/issue5winter2006/0106featuredave.html , www.dscpublishingllc.com/voicesinmyhead/
and others that I'm sure I've forgotten about.
Anyway, I hope you'll take a look at some of the work. All of the artwork is in full color and was contributed by fellow poets and friends, some of whom have an affective disorder, most of whom do not - unless you count knowing me, lol.
Oh, here's that first poem:
Black Dog
Amber stalks blow in warmth
as the summer sun reels over
California hillsides.
Grassroots still live in drought
though life has been leached
from their blades.
Drunk from autumn rains,
they will toss their tassels
kissing neighbors.
I contemplate cycles - calm, stormy,
dark and light,
interrupted by a sudden flight
into blue: a covey of quails.
The black dog is running through the fields.
First thanks to Philipe for recommending a couple of my short stories.
I began writing in 2000 on a dare. Back when god was a little boy I majored in Mass Communications mainly because I didn't have to take math
- the rest is abbreviated, trust me, you don't want to know the real story.After working for several years in radio, making no money, I decided I needed to get a real job so I went back to university and got a graduate degree in Information Systems, fucking MATH!
Flash forward 20 years and I finally have a name to go with my, ehm, personality, Bipolar Disorder. I started talking to people on a support group and one day described my image of Bipolar Disorder. When I was finished bullshitting, one person said, "that was poetic, you should write that down," to which I replied, shit, I can't write. Well, she dared me, I wrote it and that poem, Black Dog - though refined a little - appears in my new book of poetry, Voices in My Head.
You can read more about the book at www.poetrysz.org , www.mindfirerenew.com/issue5winter2006/0106featuredave.html , www.dscpublishingllc.com/voicesinmyhead/
and others that I'm sure I've forgotten about.
Anyway, I hope you'll take a look at some of the work. All of the artwork is in full color and was contributed by fellow poets and friends, some of whom have an affective disorder, most of whom do not - unless you count knowing me, lol.
Oh, here's that first poem:
Black DogAmber stalks blow in warmth
as the summer sun reels over
California hillsides.
Grassroots still live in drought
though life has been leached
from their blades.
Drunk from autumn rains,
they will toss their tassels
kissing neighbors.
I contemplate cycles - calm, stormy,
dark and light,
interrupted by a sudden flight
into blue: a covey of quails.
The black dog is running through the fields.
dave
