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About Me


I was born July 2, which makes me a Cancer. My ruling planet is the Moon, my spirit animal is a polar bear, and my element is Water.


I think that my sense of humor is probably the most striking aspect of my personality. I can be very outgoing, though I also enjoy extended periods of silence. I am an ENFP . I am a poet first and foremost; I have many written, and plans to publish. I am a minimalist in my lifestyle and spirituality. I am a Buddhist by philosophical tendency and a skeptical agnostic by bone structure. I am a proactive, compassionate and kind person. I am a listener and a talker almost equally, depending on the circumstances. I am gentle and loving, but I am not a doormat. I am a feminist, an individualist, an anarchist, an activist,
I was born and raised in Upstate New York. I am one of four sons, second oldest. I've traveled cross-country by bus a few times, each time for some sort of spiritual awakening, each time successful by some odd measure. I have started but have to wait to finish college. I have no children, but I am hopeful for the future.
I am just shy of six foot tall, and I weigh 185lbs. I have short blond hair and a trim beard. My eyes are a bright sky blue, and my skin is fairly pale. My earlobes are stretched to 3/4", and I have six tattoos, only one of which is visible when I wear a t-shirt.
Abbie Hoffman, a political activist and writer
Allen Ginsberg, a poet and political activist
Brian Warner, a musician, painter and social activist
Eldridge Cleaver, a civil rights activist and writer
Jack White, a musician
Jack Kerouac, a poet, a writer and a dharma bum
Jeff Mangum, a musician, a poet, and an artist
Jerry Garcia, a musician and social activist
Jerry Rubin, a social and political activist
Malcolm X, a civil rights activist and master orater
Martin Luther King Jr., a civil rights activist and master orater
Neal Cassady, a writer and a Bohemian muse
Ron Paul, a politician and social activist
Timothy Leary, a social activist and LSD enthusiast
Tom Wolfe, a pompous but talented writer
Trey Anastasio, a musician and social activist
William S. Burroughs, a poet and writer

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My Blog

Youth and Beauty - a poem

These bricks lay angled as ever they used to, these chairs just as stiff as before. Over the course of a time or two healing  my legs grew to stretch  and to bend around corners: I no longer leap for ...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jan 2010 19:01:00 GMT

Personal update from the computer labs of CCC

Oh, let's see... I don't really want to get into details and names, so I'll make this one quick.Lost an old friend, gained a new friend, lost the new friend, regained the old friend. Dizzy yet? Me too...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Dec 2009 14:28:00 GMT

The Wrongs I've Done that Never Hurt You - a poem

I know the sound of New York dying, her dim-lit streets and boulevards dance to the whisper of a dusty jazz record. Her lips sing songs in a step behind rhythm, words landing angular in pools of squ...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Dec 2009 18:45:00 GMT

On the Morning You Read His Journal - a poem

our hearts and sleeves were sleeping thieves  'til morning broke the spell:sunlight peak through bedroom windows, rays of shining, bright and colors peel apart our waking eyes;fingers clear the crust ...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Dec 2009 18:32:00 GMT

My Rainbow Shoes - a poem

"The wind," I say, but it weren't no stiff breeze that brought me here. A thousand lazy roundabouts, whether within or without the confines of means or reason, it was something there that set about fa...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jun 2009 09:36:00 GMT

Moving back to Corning, pt.2

Okay, let me see here...My boss has absolutely no interest in helping out with the lack of housing in Rochester. I'm not particularly interested at the moment in being homeless again, I just want to p...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jun 2009 08:29:00 GMT

Moving back to Corning, pt.1

Here's the story:My new friend Abby and I went to a poetry reading at a coffee shop here in Rochester last night and I read a long poem that I'd written for the occasion. I was incredibly nervous, vis...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jun 2009 08:27:00 GMT

Yet another rambling update on my mental meanderings...

*sigh*I don't know. I'm not depressed, I'm not scared. I think I'm just confused. I'm in Rochester looking for a job, trying to pay off my debts to individual - businesses can hold on a minute. There'...
Posted by on Wed, 27 May 2009 09:08:00 GMT

Pawn, Be Moved - a poem

Let it blow and ring aloud a loud and billowing stiff breeze which bends the bone toward arthritic ends, some sort of unkempt middle ground surrounded by lush, greenery that adds to grey scenery, dull...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 11:19:00 GMT

Eyes Closed and Wanting - a poem

Goosepimpled skin led to shivering flesh          as the degrees gave ways to grey skies                                                  & falling eyes.                              a tumultuous tide...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 11:10:00 GMT